First of all, I would like to punch myself in the mouth for waiting so long to read this novel. 
 I thought for sure this was going to be an over-hyped let-down for me. I was terribly wrong. It was smart and raw and funny and gut-wrenching and tear-jerking, and I really did think my heart was going to beat right out of my chest--either that or shatter into a million shards which would then stab me from the inside for the rest of my days. John Green is brilliant. He is not over-hyped. He is genius. 
 This really is what people should be talking about when they talk about YA lit. 
 Because, seriously, THIS: 
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 I can't talk about our love story, so I will talk about math. I am not a mathematician, but I know this: There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There's .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I'm likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn't trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful. 
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 Okay.