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Plot or Character Driven: A mix
Strong character development: Yes
Loveable characters: Complicated
Diverse cast of characters: No
Flaws of characters a main focus: Yes

This was a good book but I feel like it was overshadowed by a The Fault in the Stars. If I hadn't read that and Paper Towns first, I think I would have liked this better. It was very good but I wasn't blown away .
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Strong character development: Yes
emotional inspiring reflective medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven: A mix
Strong character development: Yes
Loveable characters: Yes
Diverse cast of characters: Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus: Yes

I just love John Green. Such a good book focusing on a coming of age story. I loved how it was based on some famous last words that shaped the plot of the book. that's very creative! 
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Plot or Character Driven: Character
Strong character development: Complicated

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Plot or Character Driven: A mix
Strong character development: Complicated
Loveable characters: Yes
Diverse cast of characters: Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus: No
dark emotional sad medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven: Character
Strong character development: Yes
Loveable characters: Complicated
Diverse cast of characters: Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus: No

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Not "Fault". But then again I have a bias for cancer tales.
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Somehow I went from 'this writing ain't great' at the start, to 'wow that was an exploration' by the end.

To be honest, I found the end part a little hurried and uninspired. Maybe I didn't understand it well. Maybe I just wasn't convinced. Maybe I wanted something else. Maybe it needs a second reading (or more). Maybe half my brain has gone to Slumberland without me. But, I can't deny how insightful and relatable this novel is (I'm just as messed up as Alaska, probably worse, but hey, I'm still alive); how I enjoyed flipping through its pages, underlining what so and so said (what sticks the most is: "And what is an 'instant' death anyway? How long is an instant? Is it one second? Ten? ... Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain /feels/ particularly instantaneous."), reading bits and pieces of myself in John Green's words. I'd probably reflect on it some more in the morning, but right now, I just want a cigarette. In Alaska's name.