Over the summer, Connor and I exchanged books. Me being the asshole that I am, started ignoring him shortly after, thus putting us both in extremely awkward situations: having each others books. I didn't read them because I'm stubborn and they reminded me of him a lot. In a fit of insanity on the weekend, I started reading one of them.
It's called Paper Towns by John Greene. I sort of see why he liked it so much. He related to the main character in a sense (and I don't want to sound cocky). I felt conflicted when I realized the resemblance our general selves hold to the characters Margo and Quentin.
Curiosity won out and I read it.
It's really good.
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