“This is not so much an author’s note as an author’s reminder of what was printed in small type two pages ago. This book is a work of fiction. I made it up. Neither novels nor their readers benefit from attempts to divine whether any facts hide inside a story. Such efforts attack the very idea that made-up stories can matter, which is sort of the foundational idea of human consciousness. I appreciate your cooperation in this matter.”—John Green, Author’s Note The Fault in Our Stars
The Fault in Our Stars is the title of my new book, which you can preorder here.
(The publication date on that page is wrong, although I don’t yet know how wrong.)
The title is inspired by a famous line from Shakespeare’s play Julius Caesar. The nobleman Cassius says to Brutus, “The fault, dear Brutus is not in our stars, / But in ourselves, that we are underlings.”
I lurve you. You have a nice ass. You make me whinny like a horse. You
should be my bestest frann. Someday I will marry you in the state of New Yrok. You + me = the happiest happys there ever were.
If I saw you now I’d ask you what you thought of mine and Anna's gif conversation. I want to have the babbies with you. I
would build a magical princess fort just
for you. If I could sing you any song it would be you are my sunshine.
We could touch and hug and nothing else under the stars.
(P.S. you make me vomit.)
Of course I will go to New Yrok with you. Your gif conversation with Anna made me all fuzzy inside. And vomit rainbows, I hope you mean.