Conversation with my husband:
Victor: Oh my God, I could hear you sobbing all the way on the other side of the house. What’s wrong?
me: This book. It’s so.incredibly. sad.
Victor: Seriously? You’re crying over a book?
me: It’s terrible and beautiful and perfect and I’m pretty sure I’m never going to stop crying.
Victor: The Fault in Our Stars? What the shit, Jenny? It says it’s about terminal cancer patients in the very first sentence. Why would you even read that? You can’t watch Doctor Who without crying.
me: No one with a soul can watch Doctor Who without occasionally crying. And besides, it’s a teen book. I thought it would be like Twilight, but with slightly less vampires.
Victor: Seriously? It’s just a book. Calm down. These people are all imaginary.
me: AND THEY’RE MY FRIENDS. ALL OF MY IMAGINARY FRIENDS ARE VERY SICK, VICTOR, AND I’D APPRECIATE IT IF YOU’D RESPECT THE GRAVITY OF THE SITUATION.
Victor: You are so confusing.
Conclusion: Victor doesn’t understand how books work.
PS. There are no real spoilers in this post but God knows what the comment section will be like. Enter at your own risk.