Agh. ‘The Fault is not in the Stars, but me, dear Connie, for not reading this sooner.’ Long story short: I was reading Toby Alone at the time, neighbor borrowed book, didn’t get returned for awhile, returned yesterday, read it, it amazing, me cry. Like a lot. It was sooooo good. And sad. I cried. A lot. But I love when books do that to me. I mean(spoilers:),
11/10 would read again.