Turtles All The Way Down – John Green

“Spirals grow infinitely small the further you follow them inward, but they also grow infinitely large the farther you follow them out.”


Let’s talk about the spiral thing, because I’m not sure where else to start…

Obviously, the most basic point to take away from this, is that the more you focus on yourself, the smaller you become. Isn’t that what he’s saying with the overall thing where Aza thinks so much she can’t breathe and it’s impossible to decipher who she is, you know, aside from crazy.

Towards the end of elementary school, or maybe the middle of junior high, my best friend lost her cousin. He was serving in the military when something went wrong and he didn’t come back. I couldn’t be bothered to ask if she was okay. I didn’t ask if she wanted to talk about it or needed me to distract her from the pain, but maybe that’s the thing about spirals, you don’t realize how deep you’ve fallen until it’s far too late.

I’m not sure what sort of emotional maturity your average 7th grader is supposed to show, but you’d think it should be enough to ask another human if they’re okay when they seem down. You’d think it would be enough to even notice when someone they care about is upset about something.

At what point in time is a human being supposed to grasp the concept of the inevitability of death?

This book was about love and loss, life and death, friendship and anxiety. I couldn’t put it down. The emotional spirals and aversion to physical closeness Aza experiences are just a couple of things I related to most.

If you’re looking for a story to touch your soul, this is it. 1000x this is it.

The Age of Light: Whitney Scharer

5/5 would recomend to a stranger in an alley

I do my best not to read the reviews or synopsis of a book before reading the book itself. For me, judging a book solely on its cover is an act of rebellion. It’s how I contribute to the ongoing revolutions against the society we have created. Lee Miller would have done the same.

I would die for this book. Lee Miller could throw me off a bridge and I would say thank you. Same with Whitney Scharer. 

What a beautiful story of love and light and growth and Paris. A tale about a woman who came into herself by realizing that maybe nobody ever knows who they are, and daring to belong solely to herself. A story about a woman who was entirely her own, and accepted nothing less than what she deserved. Who did as she pleased and apologized for nothing. 

Whitney Scharer paints a picture of such brightness and grace in a time when things were so easily anything but.