John Green

Charmingly ambitious yet prosaically pedestrian, “Now is Not the Time to Panic” carries just enough poignance to casually rivet, but falls short of the charisma, depth and execution necessary to be truly incandescent.

As I continue to grapple with my emotions of letting go of my teenage era, here are pieces of a foundation I hope to set before reaching my roaring 20s. 

While prolonged escapism in the long term is destructive, I can’t help but wonder if it’s inherently a bad thing on a smaller scale.

“Looking for Alaska” is a story that depends on the viewer’s connection with its characters —  something the miniseries masters beautifully.

After almost two decades of trying and failing to have boys in vinyl record and vintage bookshops notice me, I convinced myself that the boys simply didn’t like me because I was too much for them to handle.

In any case, this is no week for staying in — almost every night offers something you won’t want to miss.

If you cannot control your own thoughts, are they not yours? More importantly, are you not you? If you are not the driver of your own consciousness, who is?

But has it become too cliche to think of what unites us? Here we are, somewhere on the lifeline between birth and death. Where we are all subject to the whims of the same sky and plant our feet on the same earth. Where we fall in love and give birth and grow old and allow the cycle to begin again. Every story merely explores some question of what it means to be alive.