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Welcome to Divinity Lit Land, a website where artistry meets individuality. This website is dedicated to the art of fiction writing, from book reviews and short stories to poetry and analytical reviews. Tag along as we traverse the wonders of the written word, and discover a world of beauty and imagination.



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Book Review of John Green's Books

In this book review, I discuss the refreshing writing style of John Green's books and skim the crucial issues he addresses in his eloquent books

Amidst the 4 John Green books I have read over the measly lifespan of such a Gen-Z cynic as myself, I have determined the American success named John Green to be my favorite author. Those four books, in chronological order are: The Fault in Our Stars, Looking for Alaska, Turtles All The Way Down, and my latest read, Paper Towns.

In all of those books, I find the protagonists to be introverted, rather unsociable, and intellectual, though underestimated. They do not have the booming social life you would normally expect in any average book, but they all seem to be waiting for a miracle to break them out of their monotonous life, a Prince Charming to break the fairytale spell of the Damsel In Distress, a stallion to storm them towards their Great Perhaps.

And then there is the side character, the protagonist’s newly met acquaintance, who are twists of enigmatic mystery, served with an enticing garnish of free spirit and adventure. Respectively, Augustus Waters, Alaska Young, Davis Russell Pickett Jr., and Margo Roth Spiegelman don’t only change the lives of the protagonists; they seize it and give it such a twirl that it will never be the same again. In The Fault In Our Stars, meeting Augustus, their flight to Amsterdam, and experiencing his death spins Hazel Grace’s life around. In Looking For Alaska, Miles Halter tries to unravel the enigma that is Alaska Young for half a year after her death, resulting in his conclusion that his Great Perhaps might’ve been Alaska Young herself. In Turtles All The Way Down, Aza Holmes juggles with controlling severe mental issues, searching for an escaped billionaire’s son, and falling in a love that was doomed even before it started with the in question billionaire’s son. In Paper Towns, Quentin Jacobsen is taken on an exhilarating night chase around Orlando by Margo Roth Spiegelman, his stranger neighbor, before she disappears and he misses his graduation to go on an 21 hour roadtrip with his friends to find her in a fictional town.

Now that I’ve summed up the plots, I suppose I must add my part.

As far as I’ve known, teenagers differ in every way possible, much like fingerprints. You will never find two alike. Teenagers believe they are invincible. They are at the top of the world and at the same point at the bottom of it. Being a teenager myself, I feel that John Green has captured their raw essence. Maybe not all of us are the same, and maybe the cliques make us different. We make friends with the people we would never expect but who fit our edges with soft corners perfectly. They complete us. They sing the song in our heart back to us when we forget the lyrics. They understand us when others might not.

Back to the review. The protagonist and the gamechanger are specimens of pristine intellect. They quote Walt Whitman and Gabriel Garcia Marquez, they possess hundred of vinyl records, they create online reference sources, they read unique books, and they’re the perfect teenagers with the imperfect flaws that break them. But then, aren’t we all broken perfectly? Imperfectly perfect. There isn’t one of us who has gone through life with perfect cheer. We all have that one hamartia, in the words of Hazel Grace. It’s what makes us human.

I feel all of these characters. Hazel Grace’s disgust toward her failing lungs because she just wants to be normal, Miles Halter’s search for the Great Perhaps, Aza Holmes anger towards her mental health because she cannot change, Quentin Jacobsen’s desire to be popular.

John Green’s writing allows us to slip into the skins of the characters and really experience their pains and joys, their hurts and wants.

I highly recommend John Green’s books for everyone, of all ages, because I guarantee, the characters will grow on you, and they might spin your life around too.

Until then, I will avidly be awaiting the latest of Green’s books at my local bookstore.

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purple and black pyramid wallpaper


This poem describes the two sides of a person: the one presented to one and all, and the one nobody ever sees/ Don't we all have something like this? The troubles that this brings on for the protagonist reveal themselves. Please read on!

How are you coping?

Hasn’t the nostalgia devoured you in all its glory yet?

I’m astonished you aren’t moping

To me, you were always a personified vignette

I don’t always look for the flaws

Sometimes, I’m rather considerate

Oftentimes I draw in for a round of applause For the glaikit, miserable way you fret.

You wonder and wonder and I spit facts

When you’re asked something you don’t know, you stare

I wonder, do you still believe in pacts?

Break hearts not promises, but you’d never dare.

A spoiled, witless, fibbering git, you’re nothing standing next to me

Nevertheless, when I look in the mirror, you’re everything I’d like to be.

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ocean waves crashing on shore during daytime


Intrusive thoughts are something everybody has had at some point, but in mine, nostalgia specifically prevails. My mind wires every present incident to one in the past, curious, isn't it? Let me know if this happens to you too.

My mind works in strange ways,

The cogs turning endlessly, repeating time over itself,

Linking screws in a ceaseless attempt,

To fuse together the past and present,

Memories melting together, shattering to shreds,

Only to be glued together again

By the tears of countless entities

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t delusional

I’m losing my mind

To hate what millions have,

Is my 9-5 job, I’m overworked

And overwhelmed with the beef I cause

Between my conscience and my impulses

Ranting on forever, an eternal Karen

But then who is the manager, and who the worker?

All fused together by the past and the present

And perhaps the future plays a part too,

Melting on my tongue like a bitter pill

All I know is that I know nothing,

I am nothing,

Nothing in the rotation of the Great Perhaps.

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Divinity Lit Land is a personal website created by Dihaan Khan. It is a platform where I share my love for literature and creative writing. I upload book reviews, short fictitious stories, poetry, and analytical reviews. My aim is to entertain, educate, fascinate and intrigue readers.

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