So even though I loved John Green's Paper Towns, I knew The Fault in Our Stars, a book about a girl with cancer, a wasn't going to work for me, no matter how many of you out there adored it.
I don't know what happened this weekend. I was home alone. I had the opportunity to watch it. Everyone loved it so surely I'd be fine. It couldn't break me that much, right? So what the hell.
I watched The Fault in Our Stars. And just like everyone else, I fell in love with Hazel Grace and Augustus.
BUT THAT'S WHAT THEY WANT YOU TO DO. AND THEN BIG HORRIBLE STUFF HAPPENS.
And then I looked like this.
But it's beautiful, you guys. If you haven't read it or seen it, go remedy that immediately. Maybe I'm starting to understand the joys of having your heart ripped out by fiction, after all.