I’ll admit it. I bought Turtles the day it came out, then let it sit on my shelf for a week and a half before I mustered up the courage to read it. I knew it was going to be heavy, both because of the protagonist’s OCD, but also because I grew up in Indianapolis and I remembered crying through TFiOS because Hazel’s Indy was my Indy and I missed it (I moved to New Mexico in 2006). I figured that Aza’s Indy would be mine as well, and that nostalgia and home sickness are both things I experience for Indy from time to time.
Anyway, all that aside, here’s my review of John Green’s Turtles All the Way Down. I wrote as small as I could.