I'd like to begin this review by declaring that I am in love with John Green! More accurately, I am in love with John's Green mind. I am in love with the way he makes me think and I am in love with the way he makes me feel. I am in love with the way he breaks my heart again and again and how I still keep running back for more. 
 Paper Towns was no exception to this. 
 I'm not going to relay the entire plot for you here but I am going to explain that the novel follows the actions of Q - our typical 'dorky', socially awkward and highly anxious protagonist - and his relationship and infatuation with the anything-but-typical Margo Roth Spiegelman. Those that have read the book will be aware that this a massive over-simplification but part of its magic is in discovering exactly who these characters are, who they think they are, and who everybody else thinks they are - and in discovering that all these versions don't add up to make the same person. 
 The novel reaches its climax as Q - plus an odd assortment of friends, $300 worth of food and 212 (no, make that 210) beers - travel, via minivan, half the way across America to follow the breadcrumb trail supposedly left by his eternal love, Margo. And that was one very long sentence. 
 The reason why Paper Towns means something is that it is isn't just relaying a physical journey, but a metaphysical and emotional one, which also translates and relates to the reader. Starting this I too, like Q, idolised the enigma that was Margo Roth Spiegelman. And I too, like Margo, wanted Q to grab Margo's hand and become the wind. I too, like both Q and Margo, was wrong in thinking these things. 
 I was wrong because being a wild and free Margo Roth Spiegelman or being a sensible and unremarkable Q isn't a bad thing. But we all need to learn when to run to save ourselves and when to stop running to save somebody else. We need to learn when to do 77 miles per hour, and when to stick to just below the speed limit. We need to learn that there is a Margo and a Q inside of all of us, it just depends which wolf we choose to feed that day. 
 And this is what John Green, once again, has taught me - that it is okay to be okay. Okay?