¡Hola a todos! Hoy os traigo las citas del libro de Looking for Alaska de John Green, que como ya sabréis si habéis leído la reseña me encantó (y tenéis que leerlo ya). Fue uno de mis libros favoritos el año pasado y aunque este en inglés os lo recomiendo para empezar a leer en este idioma, tiene un ingles bastante sencillo y que se entiende muy bien. Espero que os guste ^^
"No, really. I can do it. It's OK". Because you simply cannot draw these things out for ever. At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid and it hurts, but then it's over and you're relieved.
"Don't do anything stupid" my dad say. "OK." "No drugs. no drinking. no cigarettes." As an alumnus of Culver Creek he had done the things I had only heard about: the secret parties, streaking throught hayfields, drugs, drinking and cigarettes.
That didn't happen, of course. Things never happened like I imagined them.
Her mouth close enough to me that I could feel her breath warmer and the air, she said, "That's the mystery, isn't it? Is the labyrinth living or dying? Which is he trying to scape - world or the end of it?" I waited for her to keep talking, but after a while it became obvious she wanted and answer. "Uh, i don't know," I said finally. "Have you ever really read all those books in your room?" She laughed. "Oh God, no. I've maybe read a third of 'em. But I'm going to read them all. I call it my Life's Library. Every summer since I was little, I've gone to garage sales and bought all the books that looked interesting. So I always have something to read."
She turneed to me as we made our way through the darkness and said, '' When you're walking at night, do you ever get creeped out and even though it's silly and embarrasing you just want to run home?
"Why do you smoke so damn fast?" I asked She looked at me and smiled widely, and such a wide smile on her narrow face might have looked goofy were it not for the unimpeachably elegant green in her eyes. She smiled with all the delight of a kid on Christmas morning and said, "Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die"
"Anyway,"Alaska said to me. "I thought the way he treated you was just awful. I wanted to cry. I just wanted to kiss you and make it better.'' "Shame you didn't", I deadpanned, and they laughed. "You're adorable" she said, and I felt the intensity of her eyes on me and loocked away nervously.
"I may die young," she said, "but at least I'll die smart. Now, back to tangents."
"But why Alaska?" I asked her. She smiled with the right side of her mouth. "Well, later, I found out what it means. It's from and Aleut word, Alyeska. It means, 'That which the sea breaks against' and i love that. But at the time, I just saw Alaska up there. And it was big, just like I wanted to be.
"You'll spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll scape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present."
"Sometimes I don't get you," I said. She didn't even grance at me. She just smiled towards the television and said, "You'll never get me. That's the whole poing."
So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.
"Don't you know who you love, Pudge? You love the girl who makes you laugh and shows you porn and drinks wine with you. You don't love the crazy, sullen bitch."
"Pudge." She shook her head and shipped the cold coffee and wine. "Pudge, what you must understand about me is that I am a deeply unhappy person."
I lit a cigarette and spat into the creek. "You can't just make me different and then leave."