AN ABUNDANCE OF KATHERINES

JOHN

 

AUTHOR – JOHN GREEN

PUBLISHED IN – 2006

PAGES – 213

 

SPOILERS AHEAD. (Not a manga artist)

There’s something remarkably different when it comes John Green. Reading his books is like coming home after a long day. It oozes a sense of warmth. It’s comfy and I have never once felt alienated. I can’t wait for him to release another book.

This book was funny, intelligent and I enjoyed every page of it. Colin Singleton was dumped by 19 girls, all bearing the same name i.e Katherine. He was a child prodigy who just wants to matter to the world. I guess that is something that everyone can relate with. To matter, to know that your existence hasn’t been a mere waste of resources, that’s a dream. Along with his best friend Hassan, Colin goes on a road trip to get his mind off his breakup. Things unfold during the road trip and Colin concentrates on devising a mathematical equation which could predict the span of relationships by using his 19 past experiences. He achieves his eureka moment and the book ends on a nice note.

As I have mentioned previously, one of the major reasons why I enjoy reading Green’s books is because I always feel like I am learning something – a feeling akin to the school days. Almost as if I am enjoying my favorite classes of English or Biology. Education takes an entirely different feeling when you’re enjoying it. There’s this familiar tingling sensation and you get goosebumps because it excites you. It is truly one of the best feelings and it has been a while since I felt like that. I guess adulthood does that to people. What once came naturally has to be searched for now.

Having read most of his books now (except Let it snow and Will Grayson, Will Grayson : both that he wrote in collaboration with other authors), I would rank his books as :

  1. Turtles all the way down
  2. Looking for Alaska
  3. An abundance of Katherines
  4. Fault in our stars
  5. Paper towns

Here are a few quotes that I enjoyed reading:

What matters to you defines your mattering.

This age is wild as I still struggle to find what really does matter.

You can never love someone as much as you miss them.

Sometimes there are things that you have always felt anyway but the moment someone points out the existence of such a thing, it takes an actual form and you can never forget about it then.

The thing about chameleoning your way through life is that it gets to where nothing is real.

This part felt personal. When you spend your entire life pretending to be one person with someone and another person with someone else, you accumulate so many personalities that you are no longer sure what you actually are. What makes you…you?

I don’t think your missing pieces ever fit inside you again once they go missing.

As much as I would like this to be not true, it is very much true. We spend years trying desperately to go back to what we once were, unaware of the transition that had occurred in us.

 

I have a habit of discussing books and using the author’s first name. I never really realized that people don’t usually do that. A friend of mine pointed out that I kept saying “John” as if I knew John Green personally. This happened years ago and ever since I have tried to use their second names instead of their first names. It seems pretty silly though. How can I not call the author as a friend when I have exchanged emotions with the author’s books; emotions so raw and profound that no other human being could have ever taken the place of the said books? I realize that I sound like Holden : “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. That doesn’t happen much, though.” ( From The catcher in the rye. I should give it another read one of these days. It’s been a while since I had a heart-to-heart with Holden. )

Fun fact : John was dumped fifty-three times before he got married. Imagine knowing fifty-three people!

I have been listening to Taylor Swift’s recently released album folklore which is a lyrical masterpiece. It’s like reading a book; the music and the songs unfold a story in my mind every time I listen to it.

P.S: Here’s to finding our great perhaps and eureka moments.

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