I am in love with a fictional character. And his name is Augustus Waters. 
 This book was heartbreaking and beautiful. And beautiful in a way I didn't know heartbreak could be. You, John Green, are a heart-shatterer. But as you write on the final page, "You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have some say in who hurts you." I'd choose this story every time. 
 I fear no book will ever again make me sob and giggle the way this one did, and I know that whatever I read next will pale in comparison. I could write pages and pages about Augustus and Hazel, and, oh God, the lovely lovely Isaac. But I wont. I'll just say this: Its the kind of book that makes you wonder why any other book on earth exists. 
 Perfection, John. Just. Perfection.