I started reading the Fault in Our Stars. It’s odd, because I NEVER read books about real people. But I’m really liking it a lot so far.
“Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book. And then there are books which you can’t tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.” And then there’s this book, which is both, and which confuses me.