I was at the airport in Jakarta, killing time before my
flight back to the Netherlands, when I entered a bookshop and found John Green
and David Levithan’s Will Grayson, Will
Grayson. The book I had brought on the trip had been seized by my friend, who
had forgotten to bring reading material. Thus I bought Will Grayson, Will Grayson so I would have something to read as
well. I laughed in that terminal at some
points and shook my head in anger at others. But enough about my crippling
sanity, back to the book.
