I'd liketothink I'veimproved a littlesincethen, butonly a little.
Allofwhichistosay, nerdfightareathat I needyourhelp.
MyfirstbookwascalledLookingforAlaska, whicharguablyisn't a greattitlefor a bookthat's notaboutthestateofAlaska, althoughontheupside I knowthat I'm infor a greatTVinterview.
Like I havealltheseemailsthatJulieand I exchangedinAprilof 2011 inwhichshe's likethesequelisnot a goodtitlebutmorepolitethanthat.
Andthen I wouldreplywithlotsofinformationthat I'm sureatthetimeseemedsuperrelevant.
Like, forinstance, once I wrote, I amincreasinglyconvincedthatitisnotourplacetoasserteitherthetemporarynousorthepermanenceoftheuniverse, butthatthemeaningoflifeisbasicallybearingwitnesstocreationanditsinhabitants, whichislike a nicesentiment.
Butwhatthehelldoesthathavetodowithcalling a novelthatisnot a sequelofthesequel?
Atanyrate, I waseventuallyconvincedthatthefaultinourstarswas a bettertitle, andbecauseit's a playon a Shakespeareline, itnearlyquenchedmythirsttocallthebookmorelightthanheat.
I shouldmentionthatRosieAnacalledmyattentiontothatlineinJuliusCaesaraboutthefaultinOurStars, whichisrelevantbecauseRosieAnaisgreatattitles.