So I've never really had the urge to do anything after reading a book. In fact, I've never had an urge after a book. If it's bad, I want to just sit and digest why it was so bad. If it was a good book, I want to meditate about why it was so good. After reading Paper Towns, though... It was odd.
I literally got up, and was about to post my feelings on the subject, when I just dropped my stuff and walked out the door. I walked for no more than ten minutes, but I just had to walk. I couldn't NOT.
Is it weird? Did anyone else have an odd reaction like that? Because as I walked further from my house, I thought about my upcoming year in school, my SENIOR year, and how I was upset because I was leaving everything. Then I wondered if it was true, what Margo and Q said in the book, that leaving everything that you love is the purest exhilaration one can experience.
Then I realized I'd be coming back from college, and that I'd never be shut out completely. And that made me feel better and depressed all at the same time.
The funny thing is, I didn't adore Paper Towns. I didn't care about Q or Margo or their journey. The book itself was just flat for me. It's weird.