Book Review: Fangirl

My grin has given me facial pain.

I’m heartbroken that I’ve finished Rainbow Rowell’s Fangirl because I feel like I’ll never read another book that I adore as much. I rarely take more than a day or two to finish a book, but I deliberately took longer than that to write Levi and Cath’s narrative. I didn’t regret using a single one of the orange sticky notes from my whole stack for this.

I don’t know that I’ve ever connected with a character as much as I did with Cather. I just published a piece about my first year of college because I had just received my diploma in the mail. Reading Fangirl also made me remember how excruciatingly difficult it was for me to be a freshman.

Although Cather Avery is a writer, she doesn’t think her words can invent a whole new world. A year ago, I was in Cather’s shoes. I recall my first day in Tom Franklin’s fiction-writing class; I was terrified after he explained that in his class, you could only receive an A if your pieces were accepted for publication. I considered giving up fiction writing because I was concerned I wouldn’t be as talented as the other writers in my area. There were several accomplished writers in my class who could get published.

Tom didn’t like the first piece I submitted, and there was no reason for him to feel proud of me because all I had done was submit a portion of a narrative I had originally written for my Beginner’s Fiction class. I was Cather; I was terrified of beginning something new. When the time arrived for my classmates to give feedback on my story, I started to become nervous. Before I eventually hit upon something, I had been writing for days and struggling for weeks to come up with a plot. Virago was unlike anything I had ever written before; it wasn’t chock full of Faulkner phrases.

It was simple and teetered on the brink of phrase overload. Tom just said, “Only a skilled writer would write this,” as far as I can recall.

While being simple, Rainbow Rowell is sophisticated. I adore her writing because she doesn’t need sparkles or diamonds to make her thoughts stand out. I don’t think I’ve ever read a conclusion that was so plainly expressed, and I’ve never grinned so much at a conclusion. All of her words made me grin.

“Simply put, everything. Too many people are present. I also don’t belong. I have no idea how to act. There, nothing I am excellent at matters in the slightest. Being intelligent and verbal isn’t important. The only time those things are important is when someone wants something from me. not since they desire me.”

When people find out that my college major was English Literature, they have various perceptions of me. Some folks always have a snide remark to make; they always manage to remind me that all my effort went for a meaningless degree. It doesn’t matter how much I adore language or how much reading has impacted my life. They smirk and say, “Good luck with that.” I’ve sobbed numerous times about it, so I’d be lying if I said it didn’t affect me. But here’s the thing: I write. Because I have these stories in my head that won’t go away until I put them on paper, I’m going to succeed as a writer.

because I’ve been informed by others that I have talent. It’s really difficult to pursue your passions when they are seen as falling within the umbrella of the liberal arts, but if you truly believe it is possible, it will happen. And whether you are published or not is irrelevant; what counts is that you continue doing what you love because it makes you feel so good.

It’s not clichéd to live happily ever after or even just to be together forever, Wren remarked. “It’s the most honorable, bravest thing two people can aim for.”

I adore Rainbow Rowell’s love stories because they aren’t overly sentimental. She demonstrates to readers that the best love stories need not have tragic resolutions and that romance need not be dramatic. They can come to such a plain and straightforward end. I once lived in fear that I would always write love stories. They seem to be despised by so many people, but I write about them. Nothing makes me happier to read than stories of two individuals meeting each other, and you should write what you enjoy. Writing love stories brings such joy to my heart. Considering that finding true love is “the most courageous thing two people can shoot for,”

“I mean, isn’t it ever okay to give up? Saying “This truly hurts, so I’m going to stop trying” is acceptable, right?”
It creates a risky precedent.
“To avoid suffering?”
“To escape life.”

I truly adore Rainbow Rowell, and I’m grateful that she was able to assist me without my understanding it. We cannot avoid obstacles because they will be difficult or people will look down on us if we do. I’m so, so grateful that my buddy Alison made me read Eleanor & Park because if she hadn’t, I never would have picked up Fangirl and would have been missing out on so much. It’s so magical that I want to read this book on the floor every day for the rest of my life.

And as I previously mentioned, I was on the verge of dropping Tom Franklin’s class due to the fact that I knew it would be challenging and I was worried he would make fun of me for writing love stories. I’m so glad I persisted because if I had given up, I would have seen this:

“Alex – Well, this is a great way to start a story. I can’t wait for the mother-in-law to come over. You write fantastic conversation and effectively employ drama. fantastic prose If my notes need to be clarified, let me know. – TF”

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