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I swear, I never eat corn. Ever.
This being said, I suddenly felt the urge to munch on some. And I did.
Am I deranged or is it just that thing, that they tell you not to think of a polar bear, and all you can do is picture polar bears dancing the tango, driving steamrollers down some interstate and so on?

Personal musings aside, this might be the one John Green's book I enjoyed the most yet. Probably because there's no sickening love painted all over. I'm an awfully cynical person, I know. Despite not being a fan of vampire/werevolf/shapeshifter/zombie-ish fiction I liked this tiny thing.

Enjoy, everybody. It's free and there are no unicorns in it.