This is the coming together of a person done by quarter-life-crisis; this is the breaking down and the reinstalling of personhood. The larger personality creation is done repeatedly, every day – in forming habits, in saying the courageous “no,” in good riddance of outgrown platitudes.
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The thing that I loved in The Fault In Our Stars is how it is no-graceful-nonsense-bullshit. Take Grace’s “my lungs suck at being lungs” or how frequently the remission group members talk about “cancer perks.” It is a punch of authenticity. The book’s whole energy keeps you on a roller coaster of laughter, sorrow, suffering, and philosophy: You feel Grace’s struggle to breathe, you swoon at Gus’ charm, and you cry with Hazel’s dad.
We crave attention. Everyone. Yes, even that cool-huh-no-I-don’t-care high school player who cries four drinks down. It is there since childhood – this dire need of attention.
The Bluest Eye makes you sit and question “What is truly ugly?” Eleven-year-old Pecola Breedlove’s desire (or rather obsession) to have blue eyes stems from her lack of whiteness, her lack of fitting in into conventional beauty. The standards still stand today.