I read Looking for Alaska for the first time last weekend. I know, I know, I am a terrible teenager and a terrible Nerdfighter. I figured it was necessary to reflect on this unfathomably incredibly absolutely amazing book before too much time had passed.
I love to read but rarely am I so captivated by a novel that I drop everything to spend as much time reading it as possible. I have been lucky enough to have that happen twice this year (actually technically four times), the first being my, also much delayed, reading of the Hunger Games trilogy. The second being Looking for Alaska. I do not think I need to mention John Green’s brilliant ability to adopt the seemingly universal voice of a teenager or his realistic, relatable characters because everyone knows about these things; it is why he is popular.* Before reading the book I knew that Alaska was going to die and I knew what the senior prank was going to be. These are things that, in retrospect, I wish I had not known because I am sure it would have caused me to read the book in one day rather than two. In spite of my lack of urgency to find out what happened, it still instantly became my favorite YA novel (with the exception of Tamora Pierce’s Tortall saga which I am not counting for a variety of reasons).
One of my favorite parts was at the basketball game one hundred and nine days before. My high school had a painful performance record at nearly every sport but had a disproportionate amount of school spirit. This was demonstrated at the annual invitational basketball tournament, which was an international tournament and a focal point of the school year. Another favorite part was when Alaska leaves Culver Creek after realizing she has missed the anniversary of her mother’s death. Her instant need to relieve her anxiety was so…right. Like I said, I knew Alaska was going to die before I read the book. I found her to be likeable and relatable, she was actually my favorite character. This left me worried that I would not like the second half of the book as much but her final ‘scene’ and death were perfect, the fact that the second half of the book was trying to solve the mystery that was Alaska Young added to my satisfaction with her absence because it felt as if she was still present.
Previous to reading Looking for Alaska my “I’m an angsty teenager and no one understands me except for this single book which states how I feel” book was Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson, but it has now been replaced. THANKFULLY Pudge was nothing like Holden Caulfield and this book was not reminiscent of Catcher in the Rye.**
*See what I did there? ;)
**I am of the school of thought that one, anyone who reads Catcher in the Rye either worships it or hates it and two, it is the worst, most boring book I have ever read.