Not going to lie, there's never been a John Green book (with the exception of An Abundance of Katherines) that's ever disappointed me. But this... sixty pages in, it's like there's not a lot happening except for a lot of uber-philosophical quandries and a lot of self introspection, which I don't mind, but it either needs to blow my mind, or give way for better plot devices and this just hasn't. Yet, anyway.
— Nov 30, 2017 03:19AM
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