|Ascona, and ze laggo.|
I also read The Fault in Our Stars. It was my travel book.
I'd heard a TON of glowing things about it. Everyone was basically like, "Oh, you shall CRY in PUBLIC," which I doubted, but I wasn't averse to the idea should the book really be that good, and so I bought it, and I packed it, and was really pumped to read it, because sad books are awesome, and... annnnd... It didn't really do anything for me.
Now you're probably thinking, "Stefan, you cold-hearted blighter. This book is about teenagers! Dying! Of CANCER!!!"
Yes, thank you, I realized that while reading. (Thumbs up for coherency skillzzzz.) But somehow the whole book seemed to go like this:
Girl Dying Of Cancer: *says something snarky*
Boy With One Leg: *is totally OK with all the snark, and is in fact smitten by it, and even though you'd think Snarky Dying Girl would not be particularly interesting to a one-legged teenager who, like all one-legged teenagers, is preternaturally cool and charismatic, Boy-With-One-Leg pursues her and whisks her off to AMSTERDAM.
At which point, Author: *says something deep about the universe, or breakfast eggs, or... cancer.*
I dunno. I was seriously expecting to love it, be moved by it, or at least marvel at the author's subtlety and skill. But a lot of things didn't work for me. I think most of them had to do with the supposedly 'teenage' characters. Yeah, they have cancer, and cancer is sad and horrible, and perhaps very maturing, but I was recently introduced to a girl who is still bald from her chemo treatments, and for some reason she didn't sound at all like a thirty-something youtuber. She was just a teenager. And I'm fairly certain her doctors and flight attendants never gave her bottles of champagne either.
The rest of the world seems to be squarely in the 'CRY in PUBLIC' group, and I think that's way admirable if a book can do that for people. I'm just saying it didn't do that for me.
But whatever. Below are some pictures of our two-day-advenshaaaah, stolen from my Mom's camera.
They all have that annoying orange date in the corner, and
|Fair Switzerland, through the train window. Aka, the usual spread of idyllic mountains, and lakes, and fields full of cows and clocks and chocolate.|
And then, in one fell swoop. Ka-POW!
|And decapitated people in SHORT DRESSES!|
At least, I think that's what that represents. I'm open to other interpretations, though.
That's all I got. Thing's are vedy, vedy busy for me this week, and month, and though I have lots to talk about, I have no time to type them into coherent blog posts, so later on, hopefully, definitely, yes?