“An Abundance…” Finished(!)

Before I ramble on about Katherines, let me first tell you that I woke up today better than expected — considering that my brain was alcohol-ridden last night.

Really better than expected. I thought that I was going to be in bed for half the day. Which, fortunately, didn’t happen. In fact, I woke up at 10 A.M. and found my head incredibly clear. Sigh. Relief. Anyway, I even managed to finish Katherines right after waking up and taking a bath.

So, Katherines: I had been expecting more from this. Although the witty John Green style of writing is still there, it is, in no way, near The Fault in Our Stars good. Okay, fine. Maybe I’m a little biased because The Fault was just so good. And quotable (Haha!).

But still. The plot was uninspired and the main characters leave a lot to be desired. I can honestly say that none of the main characters really grew on me. Although there were some scenes that were good, it kind of drags on and on and on.

In addition, there was just too much Katherines! FINE! I know, I know. That’s supposed to be the point of An Abundance…: It was all about the 19 Katherines who dumped Colin. At one point, you’ll just find yourself thinking, “Who the hell dates 19 girls with the same name?!?”

The Colin + Lindsey ship… nah.

Did I also mention that the mathematics part of this book really annoyed me? And confused me. Even if I am curious as to how exactly you can calculate the longevity of romantic relationships into graphs and formulas and whatever, I just don’t think it’s a good idea to incorporate it in a book. That’s a difficult task per se but to make a whole story revolving around it… hmm. Maybe next time?

If anything, An Abundance… has taught me that mathematics and love should be entirely separate entities.(I’d like to think I’m good at both but, in reality, I’m just really delusional.) Both are already complicated in themselves. By combining the two in a book, it just leaves one confused. And feeling some sort of remorse for sucking at math.

So, to conclude:

  1. Don’t be obsessed with your former flames.
  2. Don’t monopolize your dating life to dating people with the same name over and over again.
  3. Math and love. Never again. Unless you’ve got some fetish for it.




Now Reading: An Abundance of Katherines

One of the books that I have been wanting to get my hands on is John Green’s “An Abundance of Katherine”. I’ve been hearing about it for a long time now — photos on Tumblr, quotes and reviews on Goodreads, and that seemingly hypnotic words “#1 New York Times Bestseller”. My… longing for this book only intensified when a friend on Facebook posted a photo of her newly-purchased Katherines.


So when I finally got the chance to pay a visit to my friend, Elmo’s house, I asked him if he had a copy of Katherines. He said, “Yes.” and that’s that. I think I was slack-jawed for a moment or two after he said he had a copy.

Fast-forward to present moment and here I am on my page 110 of 224(?) of Katherines. Hmmm. I know that I should not judge this book entirely before I finish reading it but I’m finding it hard to relate to the protagonist, Colin Singleton. He, umm… sounds whiny in some parts of the book. Anyway, I hope that this current perspective of mine will change as I go along.

I am also slightly discombobulated by the math equations (Cartesian planes, variables, functions, bleh). I have a good enough understanding of basic algebra but, as far as I’m concerned, abstract mathematics may be beyond me. The proposition I have for myself is to finish Katherines and try — really try — to understand the whole shebang and discuss it later with my friend, Nusrat, who has infinite numerical wisdom.

In fact, I’ve already sent her a message on Facebook saying:

Nussy, how much do you know about abstract mathematics? I need someone who can discuss Cartesian planes, functions, silliness and love with me. 😛

By the way, this is my second John Green book; the first being the phenomenal “The Fault In Our Stars”.

And the publisher of John Green’s book should definitely change his photo on the back of his books. He’s seducing me. Seriously.

(P.S.: I kind of, sort of have a crush on him. Just a little. Or maybe a lot.)