Will Grayson, Will Grayson has shown me that love is like a swing set.
Not exactly. Imagine you’re on a swing. You’re gliding back and forth, your legs are pumping through the air, your hair is wild and it’s getting into your eyes and in your mouth. It’s an incredibly pleasant feeling, but you want something more. So, you pump your legs harder and the swing is rising higher and higher until all you can see is endless blue sky. It’s still not enough. This feeling. You want more. So, when you get as high as the swing will allow, you let go.
For one glorious moment you’re airborne and you’re soaring, arms spread wide like you have wings, and nothing in the world can compare to this singular moment. This rush. This burst of adrenalin.
Until you start to fall.
When you hit the ground it hurts. A lot. That’s love. Will Grayson, Will Grayson is about love. When you love someone, it isn’t just about the jump, or even the fall. It’s about the landing. When you take that first jump you don’t realize how much it’s going to hurt once you hit the ground. Love is having the courage to get back on that swing and jump again, even if doing so is painful.
This was an incredibly touching book. If you’re familiar with John Green’s or David Levithan’s writing, you will not be disappointed. I wasn’t.
Rating: 4/5 Stars