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My First Novel.


Before I never used to read books. Even if I want to read books, I would rather go for thin Books which I can finish within no time. I would always choose books full of pictures and a big letter inside. Until I graduated from primary school and was admitted to High School, I started taking an interest in reading more books. I would say it was rather an encouragement from my friend who was a bookaholic.

One day when I was in 8th grade, I came across this book called 'The fault in our Stars by John Green. Basically, my friend recommended me to read this book. So I borrow this book and start to read. Then I kept on reading and this book became one of my favorites. The book was heart-touching. I really like the plot. How the characters overcome hardship together. Despite all the misfortune, they knew how to make life better. They enjoy life better than us normal people. From that day, I started to read more books by John Green and other author. 
Picture from pinterest (shafiayousuf.wordpress.com).


My Favorite Paragraph from the Book 'Fault In our Start'.

"Desperately lonely swing set Needs a Loving Home.
One swing set, well worn but structurally sound, seeks new home. Make memories with your kid or kids so that someday he or she or they will look into the backyard and feel the ache of sentimentality as desperately as I did this afternoon. It's all fragile and fleering, dear reader, but with this swing set, your child(ren) will be introduced to the ups and downs of human life gently and Safely, and may also learn the most important lesson of all: No matter how hard you kick, no matter how high you get, you can't go all the way around"
-Love Hazel via Augustus (John Green)

 





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