Looking for Alaska

I re-read this book again recently, and it reminded me why I loved the book the first time around.
The way I see it, Alaska Young is the personification of life. Any adjective you can think of for life, your life, my life, her life, his life, their life, life and lives in general...absolutely any adjective you can think of for life-it works for Alaska. That's why everyone loves Alaska so much, and it's also why sometimes they hate her so much too. You cannot really describe her, at least never completely or absolutely. If you try, you end up with a description of life-as YOU see it and feel it. I suppose in a way, Alaska helps us see ourselves better because of that.
Life is not perfect, hence Alaska is not perfect, and there's no point in either trying to make her everyone's favourite character OR judging her unduly harshly. We can no more understand Alaska than we can understand life, so we might as well take it all a moment at a time, a page at a time, while trying our best to stay true to ourselves by not letting the storms of life and the stormy character that is Alaska sweep us off our feet.
Lovely book. Among my favorites.