I finished The Fault in Our Stars last week and I am still thinking about it. If you like books where you’ll laugh out loud and cry out loud and say oh man I thought/felt this too then this is for you. Basically, if you are human you will like this book. Most robots, probably, too. Yes, it’s so good that robots without the ability to convey human emotion will learn to weep and laugh until rust forms in their little robot eye sockets.
“The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves.”
Two great things happened this weekend:
- I went to the eye doctor and found out that my eyes aren’t getting nearly as bad as I nervously thought— I just need new glasses. This is both a blessing and curse. I love new glasses, but I need another pair of glasses like Justin Bieber needs another tween-fan. But hey. Girls gotta see, right?
- I found a Barnes & Noble gift-card in my wallet and proceeded to buy John Green’s newest book The Fault in Our Stars and the girl behind the counter didn’t even hassle me to become a B&N member.
Really, things are looking up for me. And soon, with my new glasses, I’ll actually be able to see those things.