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“Do you know what Dom Perignon said after inventing champagne?”… “He called out to his fellow monks, ‘Come quickly; I am tasting the stars.’

I know there are a LOT more memorable lines from the book, but this one could possibly be my most favorite – maybe because (1) there’s an unopened bottle of bubbly (a Ruinart, mind you) sitting on a table, a few feet from where I’m writing right now, waiting for the right (celebratory) moment to be popped; (2) I find the line informative, LOL; and (3) I love champagne. Also, this post is titled “Untitled” because I can’t really think of a title right now. And I should stop explaining myself.

Ahh, John Green. This book is the second John Green book I’ve borrowed, and interestingly, the first one I’ve actually finished. To be honest, I didn’t quite get the hype. I mean, I liked the book – I really do. It makes you think about your first love (according to me, that is) and it literally made me heave that dreamy sigh as I read about the love story that was about to unfold AND then there was Amsterdam and the champagne and all the cheesy lines (and if I go on, I’d probably spoil the whole thing so I better shut up).

Okay, I did like it. But… I didn’t cry – and that’s saying a lot!

I guess I didn’t really ‘feel’ it. I don’t know if I’m really making sense here, and I don’t know if you’ve read the book, but hmmm, it didn’t struck me as tragic or enlightening or dramatic or poetic or anything. I liked how there was a little twist, and I liked how it makes you think (like really, think think). But I guess I just didn’t love it. Or maybe there’s supposed to be a certain state of mind that you need to be in when you read this book, I don’t know, but if there is, then I certainly didn’t have it. Or maybe it was really written that way, to allow you to pick your own brain a little bit and to tug at your own heartstrings a little bit – and then, nothing.

Or maybe I just prefer crime and mystery at the moment.

Or maybe I