I never thought I would find myself reading cancer-fiction for fun, but last week I needed a new book to read on my commute to Manhattan and all I could find on my last minute walk to the subway was a book that my sister put into our shared kindle account, The Fault in Our Stars. It’s the story of teenage star crossed lovers and the fatal flaw in their romance is that they both have terminal cancer.
I read the book late into the night, unable to put it down. And when it was done I drew Hazel in my sketchbook. Also, I cried A LOT.
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