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.
One of the things I love about John Green is that he can communicate those things which are simple and commonplace yet so difficult to articulate.
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