“No one can buy them forever, Hazel Grace, but my life bought them a minute. And that’s not nothing.”
Dear John Green,
I feel utterly foolish writing a letter to such a superior novelist
who does not need another crazed fan acknowledging his brilliance, but here I go:
You don’t know me, and perhaps neither do I, but as I finished A Fault in Our Stars
I had a greater sense of life as a possibility.
Though the story took turns to heights unrealistic to mine,
and not a single character resembled anything of me,
I found myself revealed throughout the pages of the text.
Unfortunately, my vocabulary and knowledge of all things literary is too shallow
to ever do a description of your work justice,
just know that it must be set to high regards simpley because you are
the first author to whom I have written a letter.