SUPER SPOILERS AHEAD.
Go fuck yourself John Green. Just go right on and fuck yourself.
I’m pissed at this guy. Supremely.
Hear me out: this book is fucking amazing. But where the HELL does he get off making me read a book about falling in love and have me fall in love with the characters and then pull a stunt like killing off someone in the middle of the damn book like an asshole.
This book is so well written, and there is a countdown going on and I’m like ‘Awww, it’s a countdown until they kiss! How cute!!! Sqqquuuueeee.”
No. No it’s not a countdown until they kiss.
IT’S A COUNTDOWN UNTIL A CHARACTERS DEATH THAT I DIDN’T SEE COMING AND AM STILL SUPER PISSED ABOUT.
You don’t get to make me feel feelings John Green. You don’t get to write a book that’s about falling for someone and then the results of unfinished business and how you are trying to see that person for what they were after they are dead and gone and how other people react.
No. You don’t get to play those games you brilliant bastard.
Fuck, he’s good.
Fuck, fuck, fuck he’s good.
I can’t stop swearing.