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502 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2013
As the tide washed in, the Dutch Tulip Man faced the ocean: “Conjoiner rejoinder poisoner concealer revelator. Look at it, rising up and rising down, taking everything with it.”An Imperial Affliction is a fictional book written by a fictional author named Peter Van Houten, the brain child of John Green for his spectacular book The Fault in Our Stars.
“What's that?” I asked
“Water,” the Dutchman said. “Well, and time.”
We're all barnacles on the container ship of consciousness.“Also, Anna is honest about all of it in a way no one else really is: Throughout the book, she refers to herself as the side effect, which is just totally correct. Cancer kids are essentially side effects of the relentless mutation that made the diversity of life on earth possible.
The risen sun too bright in my losing eyes.Then there's the main symbolism: every thought ends in the middle of a sentence when we fall sleep, or pass out, or, inevitability, die.
I’m standing up rod straight, scared to step toward the waves and scared to step away from them, the water so gray and the clouds so low that the horizon is an abstraction, and the tide is way—
Pain demands to be felt.There's the famous TFiOS quote, right out of AIA :) I will never stop loving it, specially this more complete version.
It is the ultimate superhero: backs down to no one, overcomes every obstacle. All the nerve blocks and neurochemical disruptors and inflammation antagonists line up, and pain barrels through them all, refusing to go unheard, bringing justice where otherwise there would only be peace.
I wondered where my memories were stored. Does a memory live inside a single neuron? No. It can’t. You can’t pick memories out of a brain like shrapnel from a wound. The memory lives among and amid a bunch of neurons, in the spaces between them; a memory does not actually have a place. The memories aren’t anywhere: memory is just what you mean when you say “I”.It's John-Green-amazing and Peter-Van-Houten-special with a powerful prose that I want more of!
I remind myself that no single moment is unbearable, that all will be borne.