But mothers lie. It's in the job description.

So dawn goes down today... Nothing gold can stay. -- Robert Frost

At some point, I realized I was Kaitlyning the encounter, so I decided to text Kaitlyn and ask for some advice.

All at once, I couldn’t figure out why I was methodically tossing a spherical object through a toroidal object. It seemed like the stupidest thing I could possibly be doing.

And I vaguely remember her smiling at me from the door way the glittering ambiguity of a girls smile, which seems to promise an answer to the question, but never gives it. The question, the one we’ve all been asking since girls stopped being gross, the question that is to simple to be uncomplicated: Does she like me or does she LIKE me?

Tell me my copy is missing the last twenty pages or something. Hazel Grace, tell me I have not reached the end of this book. OH MY GOD DO THEY GET MARRIED OR NOT OH MY GOD WHAT IS THIS?!

I don't know why boys expect us to like boy movies. We don't expect them to like girl movies.