“I can tell you stories about nights spent in this room. We did a lot of growing up in here. Wishing and dreaming. Figuring out who we were going to be.”
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 humans read the book. And then there are books like ‘An Imperial Affliction,’ which you can’t tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal. An Imperial Affliction was my book, the way my body was my body and my thoughts were my thoughts.
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Hazel Grace The Fault in Our Stars, John Green (via tylersdogannoysme) |
