John Green wrote this very good book that Tom & I read. It’s called The Fault in Our Stars and it was a love story that probably would have been stupidly cheesy except there was also cancer involved so instead it was just horribly, horribly sad.
Last night we were out at a jazz club with our friend John (not John Green, but I wish he was my friend), who was the one who recommended the book to us (you know it would be kind of funny if I WAS talking about John Green and he was the kind of guy to recommend his own book. But I’d still be his friend because I would be supportive and read it and then realize that it was a good recommendation even though it was kind of cocky of him so I would forgive him and we’d high-five over his writing prowess.), was telling us about how John Green had this brilliant thought. His idea was that with six billion people on earth, and god-knows-how-many one-in-a-million experiences, the chances that You, The Average Person, will have a one-in-a-million experience are actually pretty dang high.
That is pretty much really exciting. Until you think about what kinds of things are one-in-a-million and you remember rare, incurable forms of cancer and plane crashes and your whole family being instantly killed in a freak accident while you’re at the grocery store.
I’ll never grocery shop without them again.