It's Gonna Be a Long Five Years, or Honestly, How Could I Not Devour John Green's New Book

I tried, I really did, to savor Turtles All the Way Down, to read it slowly and make every page last, full-knowing that it could be another half-decade before John Green publishes another book, but I just couldn’t. The pages basically turned themselves. It was far too delicious for nibbling.

As is the case with every book Mr. Green has written thus far, TAtWD is spectacularly rich and honest and addictive and filled all the way up with passages that, even out of context, are stunning and applicable and make me fall even deeper for words and how they can be arranged just so.

It hurt like hell to narrow them down, to be sure, but instead of just retyping the whole book and putting it into a post, below are my ten favorite parts.

Anybody can look at you. It's quite rare to find someone who sees the same world you see.

"I don't mind worriers," I said. "Worrying is the correct worldview. Life is worrisome."

I'm not sure why, but I've always been pretty keen on the male forearm.

Every loss is unprecedented. You can't ever know someone else's hurt, not really...

Look up long enough and you start to feel your infinitesimality. The difference between alive and not—that's something. But from where the stars are watching, there is almost no difference between varieties of alive, between me and the newly mown grass I'm lying on right now. We are both astonishments, the closest thing in the known universe to a miracle.

"You know Sekou Sundiata, in a poem, he said the most important part of the body 'ain't the heart or the lungs or the brain. The biggest, most important part of the body is the part that hurts.'"

"Surely you don't think drinking hand sanitizer while hospitalized for a lacerated liver marks forward progress in your mental health journey."

"You are like pizza, which is the highest compliment I can pay a person."

As I stood underneath the water, I wondered what I'd worship as I got older, and how that would end up bending the arc of my life this way or that. I was still at the beginning. I could still be anybody.

To be alive is to be missing.

Silver Shiny Sam

Below is the completely out-of-the-blue though not especially uncommon text message that I fielded from Sam as I was climbing into bed last night.

As the brief exchange above might've foreshadowed, I accompanied my dear pal on a shopping trip to the Castro after work this evening and now a great many bytes of my iPhone's memory are used up by pictures like this.

To be clear, none of said pictures were captured on the sly. No, Sam just likes to see every angle before deciding whether or not to purchase an item of clothing. And honestly, if he weren't thirty years too young for me I probably would've enjoyed my role as his shopping sidekick slash butt photographer even more than I did. Still, I can think of worse ways to spend a Monday night.

Our Unrenewable Youth

Bevan, Chris and Kelly oh-so-wisely called it a night after dinner but for whatever reason Dan, Steve and I seem hellbent on trying to renew our unrenewable youth as of late so we trekked all the way from the Ferry Building to the Castro for a nightcap (read: gay dance party) at The Café. Now it's almost one o'clock in the morning and I'm sitting at the kitchen island mere bites away from polishing off a whole loaf of olive bread that I snagged from the discount rack at Safeway on my way home from the bar. My alarm clock is set to go off in four hours because we have to get my fam to the airport so I'm gonna set the olive loaf aside and shut my eyes.