*20 years from now*
Daughter: Hey mom, I found a bunch of old books in the basement. They're all by the same guy. Can I read them?
Me: Uh, yeah, sure, what are they?
Daughter: One was called the Fault in our Stars, and something about towns that are paper? Oh and another one called Looking for Alaska.
Me:
Daughter:
Me:
Daughter:
Me: Margo, go get your sisters Alaska and Hazel.
I need to tell you a story.