The Fault In Our Stars by John Greene is just as good as reviews and everybody says it is. The narrator Hazel has cancer and has to breathe with one of those portable tank-and-nosetube things, she meets a boy Augustus who had cancer and lost a leg to it. The cancers are the kind that do not encourage living comfortably to a ripe old age. This book is so smart and so funny and heartbreaking, I finished and turned right back to the start and began again, still crying from the last page. Two people falling into bright unexpected love with an implied time limit, that situation resonates strongly with me right now. Okay? Okay.