I dislike happy books. Not that I don't like books to be happy. I just dislike books that are happy for the sake of being happy. As a result of this preference, I often end up reading depressing books- books that are excellent, but fail to make me smile. I love books that make me cry. Is this abnormal? Possibly. It is a sign that I have some deep-rooted emotional stress that I can't really acknowledge? Eh. Like I said. If the books happen to be happy, then awesome; just don't sacrifice a complex or interesting plot for the happy.
Anyways. I suggest that if you, dear reader, also enjoy well written sadities, then read John Green's stuff.
Anyways. I suggest that if you, dear reader, also enjoy well written sadities, then read John Green's stuff.
