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First of all, what the fuck. What the fuck did I just read? What was this. Honestly, what. What the hell. Who published it. Why.

Okay, let me get one thing straight - I will read anything with John Green's name on it. You slap his name on Fifty Shades of Grey and I'll read the fuck out of that book. I'm not saying I love all of his literary work (*cough*AnAbundanceOfKatherines*cough*) but I do love his writing style and... fuck, why am I defending myself, I just love him, okay? So when I found out his name was slapped on the cover of this book I thought to myself 'YAAAAASSS', and proceeded to dive into it thinking it would be oh so great. Well, I was wrong.

Out of the 21 stories I genuinely liked only one (Three Fates by Aimee Friedman). Some of the stories were okay (The Backup Date by Leslie Margolis or John Green's The Great American Morp), the rest was either just 'meh' or absolute garbage. For instance, there was this one story by Libba Bray called Primate the Prom. It was about a guy who wanted to take his gorilla boyfriend to prom. Yes, gorilla boyfriend. He was just casually dating a gorilla. And she never even explains why he was dating a fucking gorilla. I wish I could say this one was the worst but it really wasn't, which is sad. This was such an unfortunate collection of stories and I wish I could unread this.

On a brighter note though, it was not as bad as If I Stay.