Just finished reading An Abundance of Katherines by John Green. Nice but not tear-jerking and very predictable compared to Looking for Alaska. I guess it’s very rare for me to love the second book I read of the author that got me following his/her work in the first place.
Exception to the rule was Haruki Murakami. The first book of his I read was Kafka on the Shore but my favorite was Dance Dance Dance (or was it Norwegian Wood, shiz I can’t decide).
Anyway, going back to John Green books, I am now reading The Fault in our Stars. It’s about cancer-stricken teenagers, but so far, still haven’t tugged my heartstrings. We’ll see.
