Majority of the books I read, I enjoy. Especially when those books are written by John Green, my chances of enjoying them are vastly increased. (Although for some reason, I just can't seem to get into An Abundance of Katherines.) John's writing is so insightful and enlightening, I sometimes wonder if he's human. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if he's some sort of prophet disguised as a thirty-eight year old male author, who's sole purpose is to teach us more about life and how to navigate it.
