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.
#bookaday Turtles All the Way Down by John Green. #StickyNoteReview Turtles, like TFIOS, I find challenging to review for nostalgic reasons. In some ways, it felt like being home. There's a way that za talks bout Indianapolis – like it's someplace everyone knows with street names and locations that exit and that I can call up and isualize clearly. I loved that. I also love how John forces us to sit input discomfort when Aza's thoughts spiral out of control. I feel lik this book, John's escriptions, provided me with a window into the world of living with OCD – and I've met experienced (within the context of. Story) OCD like this. It mak space for eaters to envelop compassion an empathy for people who have to manage their mental illness on the daily. As for the plot – it was on the back burner for me as a reader. I was much mor interested in Aza's relationships and sittin with her thoughts than I was with Davis's father.