Where did you go?, Hishaam Siddiqi
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There is a post going around tumblr with tens of thousands of notes saying that I “announced” that a certain character in my book The Fault in Our Stars dies one year after the end of the book.
1. I have never said, written, or thought any such thing. (Photoshop is magic!)
2. If I had said, written, or thought any such thing (which, again, I did not), it would not become true. As you’ve probably heard me say a gajillion times, I don’t think the voice of the author should be privileged when it comes to matters outside a book’s text. So if I ever make such an “announcement,” I don’t think it should carry more weight than any other reader’s speculation.
I ended The Fault in Our Stars where I wanted to end it. I have never said anything about what might happen before or after what’s depicted in the book. I finished writing it, for better or for worse, and it now belongs to you.
I want to make love to you in my childhood home,
bring your hips to my hips in every place I ever felt small,
find better reasons for staying up nights.
today i saw a row of planets flying in from your window
and your fingers were doing something
while i tried not think about whatever comes after death
i am the ceiling fan
i am the blue chair in the corner
i am pretending to be solid
'thank you for letting me be alive' i say aloud
to no one in particular
currently reading: The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
(Also Hyperbole and a Half by Allie Brosh)
Just finished: Allegiant by Veronica Roth