For the past two days, I have emerged myself into reading the latest novel from John Green Turtles All The Way Down. I’m a little late to the party seeing as how it was released in October 2017. Which is sad coming from someone who cried while reading The Fault in Our Stars. But better late than never, right? That’s what I like to say. Anyways, it hasn’t taken me long to become completely obsessed with it. The book is about a sixteen-year-old girl named Aza who, along with her friend Daisy, pursue a missing person investigation in hopes they can obtain the $100,000 reward that the police are offering. The raves were true, John Green has done it again. He’s a complete genius. Without giving away too much information I will say that the main character Aza is without a father. And that the missing person they are looking for is the father of an old friend of hers Davis Pickett It got my invasive thoughts flowing, and I thought what does it really mean to have a father? I never really knew because I don’t have one. I know a lot of people that don’t. Now obviously this doesn’t apply to everyone there are plenty of great fathers and father figures out there. But does having a father really have to define you as a person like we think it does? I’m not so sure this is the case. Well, at least it’s not the case in my case.