The Fault In Our Stars.
After months of being bugged, I read it a few weeks ago.
Let me say one thing.
I didn't cry.
*gasps*
No! I, Thomas D. Trane did not cry.
It's because I knew the ending.
Someone *cough* thanks, sis *cough* spoiled the ending.
I guess I was expecting worse, so I couldn't be down in the dumps.
It's like when I watched Blink (an episode of Doctor Who). My mom told me it was terrifying and that I'd be scared for days.
I didn't get scared.
I guess if you let your imagination get readied before you watch/read/whatever something, it'll come up with worst case scenario so you won't be as scared or sad or happy or whatever.
{{My real name isn't Thomas D. Trane. It's an inside joke with my friend Old Lady Leo.}}
