Congratulations, John Green.
You are now officially on my list of literary crushes.
But then sometimes, it is your fault—not because you are evil, but because you are careless and dumb and generally human. I found myself wondering about that particular variety of suffering. So many other questions spun off from that one, but the initial question—of whether there can be hope in a world where people cannot help but be careless, a world where there is no chance of true justice—inspired Alaska.
(Oddly enough, this bit helped me in my recent defense of Little Miss Sunshine. So thanks.)