This past Sunday, my house in Little Axe, Oklahoma, was hit by a tornado. I was at work and my family was in the neighbor’s storm shelter. When they finally got above ground, my parents only had a few minutes to go inside and grab the essentials. It turned out that my room had taken most of the damage. Most of my books and my copies of National Geographic magazines (I’m crazy about them and want to write for them someday) were either blown away or soaked.
Hours later, when I was able to reunite with my parents and little sister, my mom told me, “I grabbed The Fault in Our Stars. I don’t know why. I just did.” I broke down in tears. Just a week before, I had yelled at my sister because her dog had gotten a hold of it. Now, it’s wet and wrinkled and filthy, but it’s still one of my most prized possessions. I hardly have anything else right now, but I can be happy knowing I have this book.
If you guys can get a girl a fluffy chicken, I know you can make John Green find the thing. I just want him to know that nothing could ever bring me more comfort now than his book. I just want to say thank you to him for helping me through this.