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'Looking for Alaska' by John Green

During this week I gave myself a break from reading my school books and decided to re-read LFA (something I've been wanting to do  for a while). I post reviews on Goodreads and I decided to copy mine across to share on my blog. Why? Because I feel it shows a bit about me. This book didn't change my life, but the way my life has changed has made be able to appreciate it more and relate to it more. Growing up is a funny thing, huh?

Having read this for the first time in the summer of 2010 and having come back to it after nearly two years I find that it has a much bigger impact on me. Back in 2010 I was only just fifteen years old, I was going into year 11 (the year that practically changed my life) and I was - not to be condescending to any 15 year olds out there; this was just me personally - simply unable to understand some of the things discussed in LFA. I am now the same age as Miles, I am in Sixth Form (so my schooling is more like his) and I can relate to all the characters a whole lot more. The death part seemed to affect me more, having experienced the death of my guinea pig (I know, whole different scale... but it was the first time I grieved). I've never said that LFA was my favourite John Green back, in fact - if I were to rank them - it would be nearer the bottom. I've always thought it amazing, but never been able to appreciate it. Now that I can, well, I think it's right up there. Alaska Young, what a character. 



"So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane." - 'Looking For Alaska' by John Green

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