Despite being known as the person who remembers everything and it only being two years ago, I don’t remember anything about my graduation ceremony. Really, the whole thing was so anticlimactic to me that it seems to have not made any kind of impression on my memory. My memories of the last day of school are those blissful final moments of when all the stress is over and one is just trying to enjoy those last few days of their friends being a tight-knit unit for the last time, savouring every moment. That nostalgia is perhaps only irresistible for those who recently walked out of the school gates for the last time, but it’s what makes Paper Towns a memorable and extremely fun watch. While The Fault in Our Stars dealt in weepy superlatives and protagonists that spoke in a manner that you could have sworn they memorised pre-written essays to recite daily, Paper Towns is much simpler. It’s not concerned with being tear jerking or philosophical or complex, it’s simply an upbeat, efficient teenage road movie where fun is had, lessons are learnt (here, it’s that life isn’t all about the straight white male protagonist. Shocker, I know) and everyone makes it home in time for prom (to dance to Haim’s Falling, no less). It’s the kind of no-frills journey of teenage discovery that would have made John Hughes proud, an unabashedly joyful moment worth experiencing.