I cried continuously for the last 100 pages. I think it’s John’s best book to date, as well as one of my favourites of all time. It was the kind of book that made me long even more to be friends with John and Hank. Holden says it so perfectly: “What really knocks me out is a book that, when you’re all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it.” I wish I could do that. I’m sure so many people wish for this, after watching their YouTube videos, following their blogs, listening to Hank’s music and reading John’s books. People like Kristina and Hayley and Rosianna and Alex and Charlie and everyone else are so fortunate to know them in real life.  And they’re all so extraordinary, you know?  I’m not holding them to a pedestal, because they’re not celebrities; they’re just interesting people.  I’m just this 17-year-old kid on the Internet who has a pretty boring life, who’s really a Nobody.  There’s nothing I do that’s really belongs in the spectrum on Awesome.

Like right now?  The most interesting thing that’s going on right now is me struggling with my calculus homework.

And none of this came out right the way I was thinking of it in my head.  I blame it on the sobbing and all the incoherent feels.