Paper Towns- READ IT NOW.

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If it is possible to be addicted to a couple of  printed pages like being addicted to crack, then I am addicted to John Green. He is my source of relief from the undermining world. His style of writing is addictive! Of course the first book I read by him was The Fault In Out Stars (I cry just thinkin bout it.) To all those TFIOS fans- there is more where that came from.
Paper towns is a subtle love story. It is about the belief that we have in first love. It stretches the limits we'd cross for our loved ones. It goes beyond affection. It's funny (Green's got a real funny bone!) and more that anything it's truthful. It's fiction which makes you believe in everyday fairytales.
It is the story of Quentin Jacobson, who since he was a wee little lass was in love with a girl called Margo Roth Spiegelman. 'A girl' won't be an appropriate phrase.... she was more of a mystery.
People are way different up close than what we see them as from afar. Very, very different.
Margo shows up at Quentin's door after practically having no interaction with him. She takes him on a revenge trip. She goes around the town revenging her enemies with Q right behind her. In one night she changes Q's life. And the next she disappears. She makes herself Q's addiction. Margo isn't new to playing Houdini on people but this time it feels permanent. Every time she leaves, she leaves behind clues to where she went but the clues never leave to a specific place. This time Q decides to follow these clues to find Margo. And discovers who Margo really is..... up close.

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