When I grow up, I want to be… John Green.

I know, I know, I change my mind every week. I still want to be Neil Gaiman. But, oh, Green. Have you read “The Fault in our Stars” Yes? Did you love it as much as I did? No? What are you waiting for?

This is pretty much a conversation that happened AFTER my sister caught me re-reading the aforementioned book (I was smart enough to read it in my room, the first time, with the door closed so no one could hear my wailing. I thought I couldn’t possibly cry as much the second time around, so I didn’t hide. Oh, how very wrong I was.

Me: ::SOBS UNCONTROLLABLY::

Sister: Are you okay? What happened?

Me ::clutching the book to my chest:: This …this …this …BOOK. It’s so, so, sooo sad. And, so so so wonderful. I just …I just ….::resume crying::

Sister: Eh, so…you’re crying like this because of a book?

Me: But it’s so wonderful. You should read it.

Sister: Eh. But you’re crying.

Me: Yes, but you never cry. Read it, you’ll love it.

Sister: ::picks up the book and reads the back cover: CANCER PATIENTS? It says CANCER PATIENTS?

Me: Yes, but you see…

Sister: No, no. Wait. CANCER PATIENTS? And you expect me to read it?

Me: It’s so pretty.

Sister: Why are you even crying? You knew what it was about. CANCER PATIENTS. What did you expect, sunshine and roses?

This is the power of John Green. And, yes, it’s one of those books. The ones that make you cry uncontrollably and still feel good about having read it. It’s a weird feeling. One I wholeheartedly recommend.