Tonight I finished reading the most amazing and painfully beautiful book, The Fault in Our Stars by John Green. Wow, you guys. I mean really. I read the entire last half of this book with tears streaming down my face, I was so moved. In the interest of not spoiling the book for anyone who is yet to read it, I will not say what the book is about specifically (here is a review from the New York Times), but I will say that it deals with a difficult subject matter tenderly and, if not hopefully, then realistically. I love that a book like this exists, that teenagers are going to read it in English class and they are going to talk about (or at least think about) the utter absurdity of human existence and that they will, hopefully, ponder whether Sisyphus was happy.
If you don’t yet have a copy of The Fault in Our Stars, I urge you to get one. And, if you decide to go with the dead-tree version, the entire first printing is signed by the author (and you might even get a hanklerfish)!