John Green is someone I will always admire and respect. As a person, as a Liverpool fan, as a writer. I grew up reading The Fault in our Stars, An Abundance of Katherines, and the rest of his beautifully written, impossible not to connect with YA novels. I also grew up watching the brothers Green (Hank and John) on vlogbrothers. In the Anthropocene Reviewed, I felt like I was filling a scrapbook with pages of John's mind. It was a pleasure to watch him tease out the painful heart of what may seem, at first glance, like an odd product or a history lesson. 
The collection was like a series of beautifully folded origami animals, and reading each essay was like unfolding the paper, seeing the creases, and understanding how such beauty was made. John Green writes what I wish I understood how to write, and I'll always appreciate him for that and more.

Fun, easy to read novel. I was definitely keen to see where the plot would go. That being said, the book didn't seem to know exactly what it was, and ended up being sort of...nothing as a result. Sometimes, it felt like a thriller. Other times, it felt like a romance. I kept waiting for some moment where all the puzzle pieces would come together and fulfill the book's purpose, but the moment never came. Instead, all the conflict appeared out of nowhere, and disappeared just as quickly. It felt like the book's build-up was a slow-paced thriller, but the resolution was a happily-ever-after romance with no satisfying explanation for the mysteries and questions established earlier in the novel.  

Overall, it was interesting and fun, but too much was set up for not enough payoff to be a truly amazing read.