There is no question that John Green is a fantastic writer. Who else could create such a funny, moving -- yet unsentimental -- story about a romance between two teens with cancer? The Fault in Our Stars is faultless. Here's just a taste:
"Mom reached up to this shelf above my bed and grabbed Bluie, the blue stuffed bear I'd had since I was, like, one -- back when it was socially acceptable to name one's friends after their hue."
Read it.
(I'm still mostly too busy to post, but reading up a storm.)
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