You remember what it's like when you first fall in love, and everything about the object of your affections seems perfect. That's the way that I felt about John Green when I read [b:An Abundance of Katherines|49750|An Abundance of Katherines|John Green|http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1344683103s/49750.jpg|48658] last year. I thought I had found everything I ever wanted in a Male POV YA writer.I saw a tiny little chink in the armor after reading [b:Looking for Alaska|99561|Looking for Alaska|John Green|http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1327869663s/99561.jpg|919292], but [b:Will Grayson, Will Grayson|6567017|Will Grayson, Will Grayson|John Green|http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1347192518s/6567017.jpg|6759965] convinced me that I was wrong, that John Green really was perfection.I suppose no author can live up that lofty pedestal that I placed him on, and things started to get a little rocky after [b:The Fault in Our Stars|11870085|The Fault in Our Stars|John Green|http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1327880382s/11870085.jpg|16827462]. It was then that I began to see that my love was flawed, and had the important realization that maybe I didn't know this Author as well as I had imagined, that his every word and idea wasn't going to sync up perfectly with mine, and that the areas that I imagined a mysterious philosophical connection might actually just consist of gibberish?Still, the fact that the protagonist of Paper Towns goes on a similar journey, gives me hope that the universe has more planned for this reader and Mr. John Green.