Hi lovelies, I realise that most of you will not read this, but I feel the need to write it, therefore I will. So I just finished reading 'Paper Towns' and wanted to annotate the meaning...
I believe that John Green is 100% right that, we are all made of paper; we go about our lives, setting the scene, but when in actual fact...will any of it matter? In billions and trillions of years when everything is obliterated and destroyed, will there be anyone to remember us, let alone this annotation I'm writing?
That's not the point though–Margo Roth appears to be a vibrant, brilliant person, weaving her way through life, breezing through the imperfections that block her way. But when you get close up to her...she's different. From a distance, you get the impression she loves parties, boys and popularity. But , no, she actually loves abandoned buildings and the idea of death...what happens afterwards. It is in this statement, that the flaw lies in our paper selves. Up close, everything is different.
So there you have it, my attempt at annotating a John Green book. Please don't take any offence of this, I just...felt the need for it to be expressed. :)
Love you all, even if you didn't read this *laughs sadly*
- Bella xxxx