The blurb of Turtles All The Way Down is interesting. Not because it indicates mental illness, not because it indicates a certain level of mystery-solving, not because it seems like a novel that strives to be much more than what it looks like. But because it combines all the qualities and becomes much more than what it looks like.
If you’ve watched The Fault in Our Stars and loved it, you’ll agree with me that the most loveable part of the movie, apart from the moving story, is Ansel Elgort. He’s tall and good-looking and acts pretty well. After TFIOS, though, a lot of people weren’t too keen on Elgort’s acting chops. Despite his role in Men Women and Children garnering positivity, Elgort was summarily dismissed as just another one-time romantic hero. That’s how I see it.
About The Fault in Our Stars, I was so touched and influenced, that I rustled up a poem on this absolutely wonderful story. Though I might not be a pro at recreating beautifully told prose into poetry, please know that the poem is heartfelt.