![]() When people ask, my students especially, what my favorite book is, I always tell them, "I have lots of favorites. In my 32 years on this earth, I have yet to declare one favorite book. Don't get me wrong, there are so many great moments worthy of discussion in any book club or literature class, but to sit here, only 24 hours after turning the final page? All I can do is marvel. But the closer to end I crept, the more I realized that this book can't be reviewed. I planned to write a review for this book. Scenes that would have been cliche and caused me to roll my eyes in any other book made me weep at their tenderness and romanticism. Conversations that were supposed to be tragic ended up making me laugh out loud at their light-heartedness and humor. As I sat there reading, a pile of sodden tissues in my lap, my thoughts ping-ponged between sadness and joy. So as their tragic story unfolded, I grieved for them, as I'm sure you did as you wrote their story. They were two of the most wonderful teenagers ever to have graced this planet, even if only in the pages of a book. ![]() Hazel and Augustus were real people to me. I don't even know how to express my feelings in words. ![]()
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