March 2012
February 2012
I just found out that The Fault in Our Stars will be #1 on the New York Times bestseller list for the SEVENTH consecutive week.
This is ridiculously wonderful news, and I could never have imagined my book would have this kind of life (particularly given that none of my previous books has been anywhere on the bestseller list for even half this long).
I just want to say thank you.
Thank you for reading the book (and to the many of you who preordered it before you even knew what it was about). Thank you for responding to it with such generosity and thoughtfulness (TFiOS has more five star reviews on Amazon than all my other books combined). Thank you for sharing the book with your friends and family, extending its reach. Thank you for making fan art and fanfiction and all the amazing things that extend and deepen the thing I made. And thank you for believing in Hazel and Augustus.
Flawless book, flawless author. Congratulations, John! <3
“When Saltalamacchia was playing for the Rangers, the Red Sox were in Arlington when the young catching prospect sent a clubhouse attendant to the visiting clubhouse down the hall at Rangers Ballpark at Arlington with a No. 33 Red Sox jersey and asked the veteran catcher to sign it for Salty.
Most players sign: “Best of luck” or “Best wishes.” Varitek signed the jersey: “Catch with pride.”
“That says it all,” Saltalamacchia said. “Catch with pride is what we do. So if a fellow catcher works hard and wants it, I’m all for that guy and I’m with him until the end.”
Saltalamacchia quickly learned the ways of the Wolf Pack under Varitek’s tutelage and now is the leader. It’s a role he has embraced.” -Joe McDonald, ESPNBoston.com
This really says a lot.
I’m goin’ home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door and light a cigarette
If he wants a fight well now he’s got one
He ain’t seen me crazy yet
He slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll
Don’t that sound like a real man?
I’m going to show him what a little girls made of
Gunpowder and lead
His fist is big but my gun’s bigger
He’ll find out when I pull the trigger
Aw, this is such a sweet message, I wish you weren’t Anonymous!
Anyway, I don’t get my feathers ruffled by crazies on the internet, because it’s just not worth it. Also, he doesn’t know me and I’m not a retarded cunt/stupid bitch/twat flap blah blah blah, so it’s all good.
He’ll get his karma one day, and I am very, very okay with that. :)
Thank you for the message! XX
Just stop having sex.
It’s that easy.
BUT WHAT ABOUT RAPE?
If women weren’t so easy to rape it wouldn’t happen.
Clearly the modern woman needs to work on being less weak.
Also dressing less slutty.
The End
When I slip a drug into your drink and then beat the shit out of you, I’m definitely going to whisper “STOP BEING SO WEAK!” in your ear.
Fuck, you’re so retarded it hurts me through the internet. I don’t drink, because I’m not some mick piece of shit (see potato sucking irish).
Secondly, we’d never hang out in the same places because I am not a stupid bitch.
What a coincidence- neither am I! Also, moron, roofies can be slipped into ANYTHING. Not just alcohol.
Just stop having sex.
It’s that easy.
BUT WHAT ABOUT RAPE?
If women weren’t so easy to rape it wouldn’t happen.
Clearly the modern woman needs to work on being less weak.
Also dressing less slutty.
The End
When I slip a drug into your drink and then beat the shit out of you, I’m definitely going to whisper “STOP BEING SO WEAK!” in your ear.
President Barack Obama

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