“There’s an expression in classical music. It goes, ‘We went out to the meadow.’ It’s for those evenings that can only be described in that way: There were no walls, there were no music stands, there weren’t even any instruments. There was no ceiling, there was no floor, we all went out to the meadow. It describes a feeling.”
— TOM WAITS
I know she’s reading this right now. (HI.) I felt like we went out to the meadow tonight, only we weren’t playing music. In the best conversations, you don’t even remember what you talked about, only how it felt. It felt like we were in some place your body can’t visit, some place with no ceiling and no walls and no floor and no instruments. — John Green, TATWD
After following John Green’s work for many years, I had never got around actually reading one of his books.
For me it was a feast of recognition, due to many of its real life coincidental counterparts! Knowing how he is as a person, and seeing how you show your own characteristics and traits in your own work was a big eye-opener for me. I guess, since I preferred non-fiction for its objectiveness, this book showed and taught me and what good fiction can do, what it can make me feel — me as a reader.
I give “Turtles All the Way Down” five stars.