I love that this book commits to the pain of love and life…and death.
I love that Hazel just wants to be like any other normal teenager (let me know if you find one) – she pulls the pain of this want around with her like an oxygen tank.
I love that an unused swing made me cry.
I love that there is no shortage of fault to be found amid our stars.
I love this book and think that you will, too.