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The Fault in Our Stars
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From John Green, the #1 bestselling author of Turtles All the Way Down
"The greatest romance story of this decade." —Entertainment Weekly
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Now a Major Motion Picture
Despite the tumor-shrinking medical miracle that has bought her a few years, Hazel has never been anything but terminal, her final chapter inscribed upon diagnosis. But when a gorgeous plot twist named Augustus Waters suddenly appears at Cancer Kid Support Group, Hazel's story is about to be completely rewritten.
Insightful, bold, irreverent, and raw, The Fault in Our Stars brilliantly explores the funny, thrilling, and tragic business of being alive and in love.
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About the Author
John Green is the award-winning, #1 bestselling author of Looking for Alaska, An Abundance of Katherines, Paper Towns, Will Grayson, Will Grayson (with David Levithan), and The Fault in Our Stars. His many accolades include the Printz Medal, a Printz Honor, and the Edgar Award. He has twice been a finalist for the LA Times Book Prize. John was selected by TIME magazine as one of the 100 Most Influential People in the World. With his brother, Hank, John is one half of the Vlogbrothers (youtube.com/vlogbrothers), one of the most popular online video projects in the world. You can join the millions who follow John on Twitter (@johngreen) and tumblr (fishingboatproceeds.tumblr.com) or visit him online at johngreenbooks.com.
John lives with his family in Indianapolis, Indiana.
Read an Excerpt
Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the house, spent quite a lot of time in bed, read the same book over and over, ate infrequently, and devoted quite a bit of my abundant free time to thinking about death.
Whenever you read a cancer booklet or website or whatever, they always list depression among the side effects of cancer. But, in fact, depression is not a side effect of cancer. Depression is a side effect of dying. (Cancer is also a side effect of dying. Almost everything is, really.) But my mom believed I required treatment, so she took me to see my Regular Doctor Jim, who agreed that I was veritably swimming in a paralyzing and totally clinical depression, and that therefore my meds should be adjusted and also I should attend a weekly Support Group.
This Support Group featured a rotating cast of characters in various states of tumor-driven unwellness. Why did the cast rotate? A side effect of dying.
The Support Group, of course, was depressing as hell. It met every Wednesday in the basement of a stone-walled Episcopal church shaped like a cross. We all sat in a circle right in the middle of the cross, where the two boards would have met, where the heart of Jesus would have been.
I noticed this because Patrick, the Support Group Leader and only person over eighteen in the room, talked about the heart of Jesus every freaking meeting, all about how we, as young cancer survivors, were sitting right in Christ's very sacred heart and whatever.
So here's how it went in God's heart: The six or seven or ten of us walked/wheeled in, grazed at a decrepit selection of cookies and lemonade, sat down in the Circle of Trust, and listened to Patrick recount for the thousandth time his depressingly miserable life story—how he had cancer in his balls and they thought he was going to die but he didn't die and now here he is, a full-grown adult in a church basement in the 137th nicest city in America, divorced, addicted to video games, mostly friendless, eking out a meager living by exploiting his cancertastic past, slowly working his way toward a master's degree that will not improve his career prospects, waiting, as we all do, for the sword of Damocles to give him the relief that he escaped lo those many years ago when cancer took both of his nuts but spared what only the most generous soul would call his life.
Then we introduced ourselves: Name. Age. Diagnosis. And how we're doing today. I'm Hazel, I'd say when they'd get to me. Sixteen. Thyroid originally but with an impressive and long-settled satellite colony in my lungs. And I'm doing okay.
Once we got around the circle, Patrick always asked if anyone wanted to share. And then began the circle jerk of support: everyone talking about fighting and battling and winning and shrinking and scanning. To be fair to Patrick, he let us talk about dying, too. But most of them weren't dying. Most would live into adulthood, as Patrick had.
(Which meant there was quite a lot of competitiveness about it, with everybody wanting to beat not only cancer itself, but also the other people in the room. Like, I realize that this is irrational, but when they tell you that you have, say, a 20 percent chance of living five years, the math kicks in and you figure that's one in five…so you look around and think, as any healthy person would: I gotta outlast four of these bastards.)
The only redeeming facet of Support Group was this kid named Isaac, a long-faced, skinny guy with straight blond hair swept over one eye.
And his eyes were the problem. He had some fantastically improbable eye cancer. One eye had been cut out when he was a kid, and now he wore the kind of thick glasses that made his eyes (both the real one and the glass one) preternaturally huge, like his whole head was basically just this fake eye and this real eye staring at you. From what I could gather on the rare occasions when Isaac shared with the group, a recurrence had placed his remaining eye in mortal peril.
Isaac and I communicated almost exclusively through sighs. Each time someone discussed anticancer diets or snorting ground-up shark fin or whatever, he'd glance over at me and sigh ever so slightly. I'd shake my head microscopically and exhale in response.
So Support Group blew, and after a few weeks, I grew to be rather kicking-and-screaming about the whole affair. In fact, on the Wednesday I made the acquaintance of Augustus Waters, I tried my level best to get out of Support Group while sitting on the couch with my mom in the third leg of a twelve-hour marathon of the previous season's America's Next Top Model, which admittedly I had already seen, but still.
Me: "I refuse to attend Support Group."
Mom: "One of the symptoms of depression is disinterest in activities."
Me: "Please just let me watch America's Next Top Model. It's an activity."
Mom: "Television is a passivity."
Me: "Ugh, Mom, please."
Mom: "Hazel, you're a teenager. You're not a little kid anymore. You need to make friends, get out of the house, and live your life."
Me: "If you want me to be a teenager, don't send me to Support Group. Buy me a fake ID so I can go to clubs, drink vodka, and take pot."
Mom: "You don't take pot, for starters."
Me: "See, that's the kind of thing I'd know if you got me a fake ID."
Mom: "You're going to Support Group."
Me: "UGGGGGGGGGGGGG."
Mom: "Hazel, you deserve a life."
That shut me up, although I failed to see how attendance at Support Group met the definition of life. Still, I agreed to go—after negotiating the right to record the 1.5 episodes of ANTM I'd be missing.
I went to Support Group for the same reason that I'd once allowed nurses with a mere eighteen months of graduate education to poison me with exotically named chemicals: I wanted to make my parents happy. There is only one thing in this world shittier than biting it from cancer when you're sixteen, and that's having a kid who bites it from cancer.
Mom pulled into the circular driveway behind the church at 4:56. I pretended to fiddle with my oxygen tank for a second just to kill time.
"Do you want me to carry it in for you?"
"No, it's fine," I said. The cylindrical green tank only weighed a few pounds, and I had this little steel cart to wheel it around behind me. It delivered two liters of oxygen to me each minute through a cannula, a transparent tube that split just beneath my neck, wrapped behind my ears, and then reunited in my nostrils. The contraption was necessary because my lungs sucked at being lungs.
"I love you," she said as I got out.
"You too, Mom. See you at six."
"Make friends!" she said through the rolled-down window as I walked away.
I didn't want to take the elevator because taking the elevator is a Last Days kind of activity at Support Group, so I took the stairs. I grabbed a cookie and poured some lemonade into a Dixie cup and then turned around.
A boy was staring at me.
I was quite sure I'd never seen him before. Long and leanly muscular, he dwarfed the molded plastic elementary school chair he was sitting in. Mahogany hair, straight and short. He looked my age, maybe a year older, and he sat with his tailbone against the edge of the chair, his posture aggressively poor, one hand half in a pocket of dark jeans.
I looked away, suddenly conscious of my myriad insufficiencies. I was wearing old jeans, which had once been tight but now sagged in weird places, and a yellow T-shirt advertising a band I didn't even like anymore. Also my hair: I had this pageboy haircut, and I hadn't even bothered to, like, brush it. Furthermore, I had ridiculously fat chipmunked cheeks, a side effect of treatment. I looked like a normally proportioned person with a balloon for a head. This was not even to mention the cankle situation. And yet—I cut a glance to him, and his eyes were still on me.
It occurred to me why they call it eye contact.
I walked into the circle and sat down next to Isaac, two seats away from the boy. I glanced again. He was still watching me.
Look, let me just say it: He was hot. A nonhot boy stares at you relentlessly and it is, at best, awkward and, at worst, a form of assault. But a hot boy…well.
I pulled out my phone and clicked it so it would display the time: 4:59. The circle filled in with the unlucky twelve-to-eighteens, and then Patrick started us out with the serenity prayer: God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. The guy was still staring at me. I felt rather blushy.
Finally, I decided that the proper strategy was to stare back. Boys do not have a monopoly on the Staring Business, after all. So I looked him over as Patrick acknowledged for the thousandth time his ball-lessness etc., and soon it was a staring contest. After a while the boy smiled, and then finally his blue eyes glanced away. When he looked back at me, I flicked my eyebrows up to say, I win.
He shrugged. Patrick continued and then finally it was time for the introductions. "Isaac, perhaps you'd like to go first today. I know you're facing a challenging time."
"Yeah," Isaac said. "I'm Isaac. I'm seventeen. And it's looking like I have to get surgery in a couple weeks, after which I'll be blind. Not to complain or anything because I know a lot of us have it worse, but yeah, I mean, being blind does sort of suck. My girlfriend helps, though. And friends like Augustus." He nodded toward the boy, who now had a name. "So, yeah," Isaac continued. He was looking at his hands, which he'd folded into each other like the top of a tepee. "There's nothing you can do about it."
"We're here for you, Isaac," Patrick said. "Let Isaac hear it, guys." And then we all, in a monotone, said, "We're here for you, Isaac."
Michael was next. He was twelve. He had leukemia. He'd always had leukemia. He was okay. (Or so he said. He'd taken the elevator.)
Lida was sixteen, and pretty enough to be the object of the hot boy's eye. She was a regular—in a long remission from appendiceal cancer, which I had not previously known existed. She said—as she had every other time I'd attended Support Group—that she felt strong, which felt like bragging to me as the oxygen-drizzling nubs tickled my nostrils.
There were five others before they got to him. He smiled a little when his turn came. His voice was low, smoky, and dead sexy. "My name is Augustus Waters," he said. "I'm seventeen. I had a little touch of osteosarcoma a year and a half ago, but I'm just here today at Isaac's request."
"And how are you feeling?" asked Patrick.
"Oh, I'm grand." Augustus Waters smiled with a corner of his mouth. "I'm on a roller coaster that only goes up, my friend."
When it was my turn, I said, "My name is Hazel. I'm sixteen. Thyroid with mets in my lungs. I'm okay."
The hour proceeded apace: Fights were recounted, battles won amid wars sure to be lost; hope was clung to; families were both celebrated and denounced; it was agreed that friends just didn't get it; tears were shed; comfort proffered. Neither Augustus Waters nor I spoke again until Patrick said, "Augustus, perhaps you'd like to share your fears with the group."
"My fears?"
"I fear oblivion," he said without a moment's pause. "I fear it like the proverbial blind man who's afraid of the dark."
"Too soon," Isaac said, cracking a smile.
"Was that insensitive?" Augustus asked. "I can be pretty blind to other people's feelings."
Isaac was laughing, but Patrick raised a chastening finger and said, "Augustus, please. Let's return to you andyour struggles. You said you fear oblivion?"
"I did," Augustus answered.
Patrick seemed lost. "Would, uh, would anyone like to speak to that?"
I hadn't been in proper school in three years. My parents were my two best friends. My third best friend was an author who did not know I existed. I was a fairly shy person—not the hand-raising type.
And yet, just this once, I decided to speak. I half raised my hand and Patrick, his delight evident, immediately said, "Hazel!" I was, I'm sure he assumed, opening up. Becoming Part Of The Group.
I looked over at Augustus Waters, who looked back at me. You could almost see through his eyes they were so blue. "There will come a time," I said, "when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this"—I gestured encompassingly—"will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that's what everyone else does."
I'd learned this from my aforementioned third best friend, Peter Van Houten, the reclusive author of An Imperial Affliction, the book that was as close a thing as I had to a Bible. Peter Van Houten was the only person I'd ever come across who seemed to (a) understand what it's like to be dying, and (b) not have died.
After I finished, there was quite a long period of silence as I watched a smile spread all the way across Augustus's face—not the little crooked smile of the boy trying to be sexy while he stared at me, but his real smile, too big for his face. "Goddamn," Augustus said quietly. "Aren't you something else."
Neither of us said anything for the rest of Support Group. At the end, we all had to hold hands, and Patrick led us in a prayer. "Lord Jesus Christ, we are gathered here in Your heart, literally in Your heart, as cancer survivors. You and You alone know us as we know ourselves. Guide us to life and the Light through our times of trial. We pray for Isaac's eyes, for Michael's and Jamie's blood, for Augustus's bones, for Hazel's lungs, for James's throat. We pray that You might heal us and that we might feel Your love, and Your peace, which passes all understanding. And we remember in our hearts those whom we knew and loved who have gone home to you: Maria and Kade and Joseph and Haley and Abigail and Angelina and Taylor and Gabriel and…"
It was a long list. The world contains a lot of dead people. And while Patrick droned on, reading the list from a sheet of paper because it was too long to memorize, I kept my eyes closed, trying to think prayerfully but mostly imagining the day when my name would find its way onto that list, all the way at the end when everyone had stopped listening.
When Patrick was finished, we said this stupid mantra together—LIVING OUR BEST LIFE TODAY—and it was over. Augustus Waters pushed himself out of his chair and walked over to me. His gait was crooked like his smile. He towered over me, but he kept his distance so I wouldn't have to crane my neck to look him in the eye. "What's your name?" he asked.
"No, your full name."
"Um, Hazel Grace Lancaster." He was just about to say something else when Isaac walked up. "Hold on," Augustus said, raising a finger, and turned to Isaac. "That was actually worse than you made it out to be."
"I told you it was bleak."
"Why do you bother with it?"
"I don't know. It kind of helps?"
Augustus leaned in so he thought I couldn't hear. "She's a regular?" I couldn't hear Isaac's comment, but Augustus responded, "I'll say." He clasped Isaac by both shoulders and then took a half step away from him. "Tell Hazel about clinic."
Isaac leaned a hand against the snack table and focused his huge eye on me. "Okay, so I went into clinic this morning, and I was telling my surgeon that I'd rather be deaf than blind. And he said, 'It doesn't work that way,' and I was, like, 'Yeah, I realize it doesn't work that way; I'm just saying I'd rather be deaf than blind if I had the choice, which I realize I don't have,' and he said, 'Well, the good news is that you won't be deaf,' and I was like, 'Thank you for explaining that my eye cancer isn't going to make me deaf. I feel so fortunate that an intellectual giant like yourself would deign to operate on me.'"
"He sounds like a winner," I said. "I'm gonna try to get me some eye cancer just so I can make this guy's acquaintance."
"Good luck with that. All right, I should go. Monica's waiting for me. I gotta look at her a lot while I can."
"Counterinsurgence tomorrow?" Augustus asked.
"Definitely." Isaac turned and ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time.
Augustus Waters turned to me. "Literally," he said.
"Literally?" I asked.
"We are literally in the heart of Jesus," he said. "I thought we were in a church basement, but we are literally in the heart of Jesus."
"Someone should tell Jesus," I said. "I mean, it's gotta be dangerous, storing children with cancer in your heart."
"I would tell Him myself," Augustus said, "but unfortunately I am literally stuck inside of His heart, so He won't be able to hear me." I laughed. He shook his head, just looking at me.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing," he said.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Augustus half smiled. "Because you're beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence." A brief awkward silence ensued. Augustus plowed through: "I mean, particularly given that, as you so deliciously pointed out, all of this will end in oblivion and everything."
I kind of scoffed or sighed or exhaled in a way that was vaguely coughy and then said, "I'm not beau—"
"You're like a millennial Natalie Portman. Like V for Vendetta Natalie Portman."
"Never seen it," I said.
"Really?" he asked. "Pixie-haired gorgeous girl dislikes authority and can't help but fall for a boy she knows is trouble. It's your autobiography, so far as I can tell."
His every syllable flirted. Honestly, he kind of turned me on. I didn't even know that guys could turn me on—not, like, in real life.
A younger girl walked past us. "How's it going, Alisa?" he asked. She smiled and mumbled, "Hi, Augustus." "Memorial people," he explained. Memorial was the big research hospital. "Where do you go?"
"Children's," I said, my voice smaller than I expected it to be. He nodded. The conversation seemed over. "Well," I said, nodding vaguely toward the steps that led us out of the Literal Heart of Jesus. I tilted my cart onto its wheels and started walking. He limped beside me. "So, see you next time, maybe?" I asked.
"You should see it," he said. "V for Vendetta, I mean."
"Okay," I said. "I'll look it up."
"No. With me. At my house," he said. "Now."
I stopped walking. "I hardly know you, Augustus Waters. You could be an ax murderer."
He nodded. "True enough, Hazel Grace." He walked past me, his shoulders filling out his green knit polo shirt, his back straight, his steps lilting just slightly to the right as he walked steady and confident on what I had determined was a prosthetic leg. Osteosarcoma sometimes takes a limb to check you out. Then, if it likes you, it takes the rest.
I followed him upstairs, losing ground as I made my way up slowly, stairs not being a field of expertise for my lungs.
And then we were out of Jesus's heart and in the parking lot, the spring air just on the cold side of perfect, the late-afternoon light heavenly in its hurtfulness.
Mom wasn't there yet, which was unusual, because Mom was almost always waiting for me. I glanced around and saw that a tall, curvy brunette girl had Isaac pinned against the stone wall of the church, kissing him rather aggressively. They were close enough to me that I could hear the weird noises of their mouths together, and I could hear him saying, "Always," and her saying, "Always," in return.
Suddenly standing next to me, Augustus half whispered, "They're big believers in PDA."
"What's with the 'always'?" The slurping sounds intensified.
"Always is their thing. They'll always love each other and whatever. I would conservatively estimate they have texted each other the word always four million times in the last year."
A couple more cars drove up, taking Michael and Alisa away. It was just Augustus and me now, watching Isaac and Monica, who proceeded apace as if they were not leaning against a place of worship. His hand reached for her boob over her shirt and pawed at it, his palm still while his fingers moved around. I wondered if that felt good. Didn't seem like it would, but I decided to forgive Isaac on the grounds that he was going blind. The senses must feast while there is yet hunger and whatever.
"Imagine taking that last drive to the hospital," I said quietly. "The last time you'll ever drive a car."
Without looking over at me, Augustus said, "You're killing my vibe here, Hazel Grace. I'm trying to observe young love in its many-splendored awkwardness."
"I think he's hurting her boob," I said.
"Yes, it's difficult to ascertain whether he is trying to arouse her or perform a breast exam." Then Augustus Waters reached into a pocket and pulled out, of all things, a pack of cigarettes. He flipped it open and put a cigarette between his lips.
"Are you serious?" I asked. "You think that's cool? Oh, my God, you just ruined the whole thing."
"Which whole thing?" he asked, turning to me. The cigarette dangled unlit from the unsmiling corner of his mouth.
"The whole thing where a boy who is not unattractive or unintelligent or seemingly in any way unacceptable stares at me and points out incorrect uses of literality and compares me to actresses and asks me to watch a movie at his house. But of course there is always a hamartia and yours is that oh, my God, even though you HAD FREAKING CANCER you give money to a company in exchange for the chance to acquire YET MORE CANCER. Oh, my God. Let me just assure you that not being able to breathe? SUCKS. Totally disappointing. Totally."
"A hamartia?" he asked, the cigarette still in his mouth. It tightened his jaw. He had a hell of a jawline, unfortunately.
"A fatal flaw," I explained, turning away from him. I stepped toward the curb, leaving Augustus Waters behind me, and then I heard a car start down the street. It was Mom. She'd been waiting for me to, like, make friends or whatever.
I felt this weird mix of disappointment and anger welling up inside of me. I don't even know what the feeling was, really, just that there was a lot of it, and I wanted to smack Augustus Waters and also replace my lungs with lungs that didn't suck at being lungs. I was standing with my Chuck Taylors on the very edge of the curb, the oxygen tank ball-and-chaining in the cart by my side, and right as my mom pulled up, I felt a hand grab mine.
I yanked my hand free but turned back to him.
"They don't kill you unless you light them," he said as Mom arrived at the curb. "And I've never lit one. It's a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don't give it the power to do its killing."
"It's a metaphor," I said, dubious. Mom was just idling.
"It's a metaphor," he said.
"You choose your behaviors based on their metaphorical resonances…" I said.
"Oh, yes." He smiled. The big, goofy, real smile. "I'm a big believer in metaphor, Hazel Grace."
I turned to the car. Tapped the window. It rolled down. "I'm going to a movie with Augustus Waters," I said. "Please record the next several episodes of the ANTM marathon for me."
Augustus Waters drove horrifically. Whether stopping or starting, everything happened with a tremendous JOLT. I flew against the seat belt of his Toyota SUV each time he braked, and my neck snapped backward each time he hit the gas. I might have been nervous—what with sitting in the car of a strange boy on the way to his house, keenly aware that my crap lungs complicate efforts to fend off unwanted advances—but his driving was so astonishingly poor that I could think of nothing else.
We'd gone perhaps a mile in jagged silence before Augustus said, "I failed the driving test three times."
"You don't say."
He laughed, nodding. "Well, I can't feel pressure in old Prosty, and I can't get the hang of driving left-footed. My doctors say most amputees can drive with no problem, but…yeah. Not me. Anyway, I go in for my fourth driving test, and it goes about like this is going." A half mile in front of us, a light turned red. Augustus slammed on the brakes, tossing me into the triangular embrace of the seat belt. "Sorry. I swear to God I am trying to be gentle. Right, so anyway, at the end of the test, I totally thought I'd failed again, but the instructor was like, 'Your driving is unpleasant, but it isn't technically unsafe.'"
"I'm not sure I agree," I said. "I suspect Cancer Perk." Cancer Perks are the little things cancer kids get that regular kids don't: basketballs signed by sports heroes, free passes on late homework, unearned driver's licenses, etc.
"Yeah," he said. The light turned green. I braced myself. Augustus slammed the gas.
"You know they've got hand controls for people who can't use their legs," I pointed out.
"Yeah," he said. "Maybe someday." He sighed in a way that made me wonder whether he was confident about the existence of someday. I knew osteosarcoma was highly curable, but still.
There are a number of ways to establish someone's approximate survival expectations without actually asking. I used the classic: "So, are you in school?" Generally, your parents pull you out of school at some point if they expect you to bite it.
"Yeah," he said. "I'm at North Central. A year behind, though: I'm a sophomore. You?"
I considered lying. No one likes a corpse, after all. But in the end I told the truth. "No, my parents withdrew me three years ago."
"Three years?" he asked, astonished.
I told Augustus the broad outline of my miracle: diagnosed with Stage IV thyroid cancer when I was thirteen. (I didn't tell him that the diagnosis came three months after I got my first period. Like: Congratulations! You're a woman. Now die.) It was, we were told, incurable.
I had a surgery called radical neck dissection, which is about as pleasant as it sounds. Then radiation. Then they tried some chemo for my lung tumors. The tumors shrank, then grew. By then, I was fourteen. My lungs started to fill up with water. I was looking pretty dead—my hands and feet ballooned; my skin cracked; my lips were perpetually blue. They've got this drug that makes you not feel so completely terrified about the fact that you can't breathe, and I had a lot of it flowing into me through a PICC line, and more than a dozen other drugs besides. But even so, there's a certain unpleasantness to drowning, particularly when it occurs over the course of several months. I finally ended up in the ICU with pneumonia, and my mom knelt by the side of my bed and said, "Are you ready, sweetie?" and I told her I was ready, and my dad just kept telling me he loved me in this voice that was not breaking so much as already broken, and I kept telling him that I loved him, too, and everyone was holding hands, and I couldn't catch my breath, and my lungs were acting desperate, gasping, pulling me out of the bed trying to find a position that could get them air, and I was embarrassed by their desperation, disgusted that they wouldn't just let go, and I remember my mom telling me it was okay, that I was okay, that I would be okay, and my father was trying so hard not to sob that when he did, which was regularly, it was an earthquake. And I remember wanting not to be awake.
Everyone figured I was finished, but my Cancer Doctor Maria managed to get some of the fluid out of my lungs, and shortly thereafter the antibiotics they'd given me for the pneumonia kicked in.
I woke up and soon got into one of those experimental trials that are famous in the Republic of Cancervania for Not Working. The drug was Phalanxifor, this molecule designed to attach itself to cancer cells and slow their growth. It didn't work in about 70 percent of people. But it worked in me. The tumors shrank.
And they stayed shrunk. Huzzah, Phalanxifor! In the past eighteen months, my mets have hardly grown, leaving me with lungs that suck at being lungs but could, conceivably, struggle along indefinitely with the assistance of drizzled oxygen and daily Phalanxifor.
Admittedly, my Cancer Miracle had only resulted in a bit of purchased time. (I did not yet know the size of the bit.) But when telling Augustus Waters, I painted the rosiest possible picture, embellishing the miraculousness of the miracle.
"So now you gotta go back to school," he said.
"I actually can't," I explained, "because I already got my GED. So I'm taking classes at MCC," which was our community college.
"A college girl," he said, nodding. "That explains the aura of sophistication." He smirked at me. I shoved his upper arm playfully. I could feel the muscle right beneath the skin, all tense and amazing.
We made a wheels-screeching turn into a subdivision with eight-foot-high stucco walls. His house was the first one on the left. A two-story colonial. We jerked to a halt in his driveway.
I followed him inside. A wooden plaque in the entryway was engraved in cursive with the words Home Is Where the Heart Is, and the entire house turned out to be festooned in such observations. Good Friends Are Hard to Find and Impossible to Forget read an illustration above the coatrack. True Love Is Born from Hard Times promised a needlepointed pillow in their antique-furnished living room. Augustus saw me reading. "My parents call them Encouragements," he explained. "They're everywhere."
His mom and dad called him Gus. They were making enchiladas in the kitchen (a piece of stained glass by the sink read in bubbly letters Family Is Forever). His mom was putting chicken into tortillas, which his dad then rolled up and placed in a glass pan. They didn't seem too surprised by my arrival, which made sense: The fact that Augustus made me feel special did not necessarily indicate that I was special. Maybe he brought home a different girl every night to show her movies and feel her up.
"This is Hazel Grace," he said, by way of introduction.
"Just Hazel," I said.
"How's it going, Hazel?" asked Gus's dad. He was tall—almost as tall as Gus—and skinny in a way that parentally aged people usually aren't.
"Okay," I said.
"How was Isaac's Support Group?"
"It was incredible," Gus said.
"You're such a Debbie Downer," his mom said. "Hazel, do you enjoy it?"
I paused a second, trying to figure out if my response should be calibrated to please Augustus or his parents. "Most of the people are really nice," I finally said.
"That's exactly what we found with families at Memorial when we were in the thick of it with Gus's treatment," his dad said. "Everybody was so kind. Strong, too. In the darkest days, the Lord puts the best people into your life."
Excerpted from "The Fault in Our Stars"
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"Damn near genius . . . The Fault in Our Stars is a love story, one of the most genuine and moving ones in recent American fiction, but it's also an existential tragedy of tremendous intelligence and courage and sadness." —Lev Grossman, TIME Magazine
"This is a book that breaks your heart—not by wearing it down, but by making it bigger until it bursts."
—The Atlantic
"A story about two incandescent kids who will live a long time in the minds of the readers who come to know them."
"Remarkable . . . A pitch-perfect, elegiac comedy."
—USA Today
"A smarter, edgier Love Story for the Net Generation."
—Family Circle
"Because we all need to feel first love again. . . . Sixteen-year-old Hazel faces terminal cancer with humor and pluck. But it isn't until she meets Augustus in a support group that she understands how to love or live fully."
—Oprah.com, a Best Book selection and one of "5 Books Every Woman Needs to Read Before Her Next Birthday"
"[Green's] voice is so compulsively readable that it defies categorization. You will be thankful for the little infinity you spend inside this book."
"Hilarious and heartbreaking . . . reminds you that sometimes when life feels like it's ending, it's actually just beginning."
—Parenting magazine
"John Green deftly mixes the profound and the quotidian in this tough, touching valentine to the human spirit."
—The Washington Post
"[Green] shows us true love—two teenagers helping and accepting each other through the most humiliating physical and emotional ordeals—and it is far more romantic than any sunset on the beach."
—New York Times Book Review
"In its every aspect, this novel is a triumph."
—Booklist, starred review
"You know, even as you begin the tale of their young romance, that the end will be 100 kinds of awful, not so much a vale as a brutal canyon of tears. . . . Green's story of lovers who aren't so much star-crossed as star-cursed leans on literature's most durable assets: finely wrought language, beautifully drawn characters and a distinctive voice."
—Frank Bruni, The New York Times
"A novel of life and death and the people caught in between, The Fault in Our Stars is John Green at his best. You laugh, you cry, and then you come back for more."
—Markus Zusak, bestselling and Printz Honor–winning author of The Book Thief
"The Fault in Our Stars takes a spin on universal themes—Will I be loved? Will I be remembered? Will I leave a mark on this world?—by dramatically raising the stakes for the characters who are asking."
—Jodi Picoult, bestselling author of My Sister's Keeper and Sing You Home
"John Green is one of the best writers alive."
—E. Lockhart, National Book Award Finalist and Printz Honor–winning author of The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks and We Were Liars
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Let's face it: Cancer is a popular topic among the literary world, both in fiction and non-fiction. For years, authors have penned the tumultuous lives of those affected by cancer, as well as the lives of those who know people with cancer. I have been following Green's work for several years now, and I have been consistently impressed with the work he has done. However, his previous novels have always fallen short of excellence, something that has changed with the Young Adult author's newest outing. The Fault in Our Stars is wonderful. Plain and simple. Too often "cancer books" are downtrodden with overemotional drama that saturates the reading experience with misery. Fortunately, this book changes that. The tone of the book is primarily humorous, as is Green's specialty, and does not dwell excessively on drama. That does not mean, however, that the severity of the characters' situation is ignored. Rather, the cancer is more of a supporting character, always hovering around our narrator, but never entirely interfering with the flow of the story. The cancer simply exists, and while it makes itself known, it does not do so loudly. This offers a nice change of pace for those accustomed to the achingly detailed books about cancer and hospice they might have read in the past. Most importantly, the characters are not the wise and all-knowing cancer kids that is common in many stories of young people suffering with the disease. They offer their perspective, but they are scarcely blatant about it. Hazel, our narrator, offers often amusing observations about the world she lives in as well as the situation she has found herself in, but she is not and does not claim to be an all-knowing book of infinite knowledge. The same is to be said about Gus, our heroic best friend. While the story lacks extravagance, that doesn't stop it from becoming one of the best novels I've read in recent memory. It is a stubborn little book, and will not be easily forgotten like so many other books lining the bookshelves of the present. The prose is quiet and minimal, while still retaining a sort of muted beauty. The dialogue is sharp and witty. The characters are well-drawn out, and you might even find yourself wanting to hug the venerable (and fictional) author Peter Van Houten by the end of the book. In conclusion: Whether you have enjoyed Green's previous works or are familiar with his on-going YouTube phenomenon, you will certainly enjoy The Fault in Our Stars. It's a fantastic book filled with fantastic characters, and is written by a fantastic author. This is destined to be one of the best books of the year, and should not be missed.
This book is not only for the young set. There is great benefit to all who read this. It's not only about two teens battling cancer; it's about a lesson to all of us to live our lives every day, every minute. We should be thankful for this time especially if we are lucky enough to find love and be capable of giving. This story is beautiful, funny, heartbreaking and poignant. Gus and Hazel made me laugh, cry, laugh all over again, and cry yet again. I'm still crying!
I prolonged reading this one. I knew it was going to be good - not only because of the rave reviews I'd been hearing, but also because the subject matter was a tough one to tackle. And yet, I let it sit in my TBR pile for three months, while I stalled and read other books. cancer touches many lives, and everyone deals with it differently. cancer touched my life in June of 2006, when my mom was diagnosed with late-stage hepatocellular carcinoma (cancer of the liver). It was predicted she'd have anywhere between four to six months, and that was with all the surgeries, chemo, and whatever else they could throw her way. Proving the doctors wrong and opting out of all Western medicines and treatments, she gave us four wonderful years. In exactly two weeks from today, it will have been two years since my mom passed away. And maybe it's the timing, that caused me to finally pick up THE FAULT IN OUR STARS and start reading the first page of a book, I secretly think I'd been dreading to read all-together. But what I found amongst those pages, was an exceptional story - and while beautifully written, it was tremendously bittersweet. Anyone who has had even a glimpse into this devastating disease, can completely relate to how raw and heartbreaking this journey truly was. The relationship between Hazel and Augustus from start to finish, was nothing short of believable - full of emotion, yet flavored throughout with well-timed humor, as the two made their way through such unfortunate circumstances. Neither of them gave credit to their cancer - it simply was what it was, and they both dealt with the hand they were given, in the best way they knew how. You may have noticed (or not?) that I didn't capitalize the c in the word cancer, anywhere above - and that's because I don't believe it deserves that kind of credit or attention. One day we'll figure out how this horrible disease takes over the human body, metastasizes throughout, and ultimately, takes the ones we love. And we'll stop it. Until then, it's exceptional books like THE FAULT IN OUR STARS that makes you realize, it doesn't matter who you are or what your age is, in the end, cancer affects us all. John Green is a master at story-telling; a true artist in the way he delivered a journey that could have gone in a non-favorable direction, all too easily. A FAULT IN OUR STARS was an excellent read and a favorite YA contemporary for me - this is one I highly recommend to everyone.
i just finished this book. it was beautiful, amazing, wonderful, laugh-out-loud hilarious, sobbing-into-a-pillow sad, and just passed harry potter as my favorite book of all time. throughout the whole book i had this aching in my gut like i was being punched repeatedly. there were times that i was crying from laughter, and there were times i was sobbing from sadness. this was john green's best book by far and will be read and analyzed in english classes for years to come. DFTBA.
TFIOS is my absolute favorite book, ever, and I am going to TRY and explain why. A few months ago, I saved up money from Christmas and my birthday to buy books. Lots and lots of books, for me to read on my nook, that i also saved up for. The number 1 item on that list was TFIOS, only because I love the Vlogbrothers, not because I thought this was going to be some life-changing, epic read. So, i bought the book and my new nook. That day, i read the Lorien Legacies Series and finished The Hunger Games on the next. I saved TFIOS for a very unassuming Tuesday, a week or so after my raid of Barnes and Noble. Since 2nd grade, I have always wanted to become and author. I wrote stories on these little booklets i made of paper, and my friend colored them in. However, being in 8th grade, people you meet have a habit of asking the same annoying question: What do you want to be when you grow up? People said authors didn't make any money, its a hard field, whatever. Anyways, I definitely started thinking that I would have to find a new aspiration. But then, I read The Fault In Our Stars. That Tuesday, I had Glee Club practice until 5, and I had dinner at my neighbors home, once you factor in homework, i was not free until 8:30 or so. My neighbor was still over, drawing pictures of a character in my own stories, when i finally picked IT up. Needless to say, IT was amazing, and I kicked my neighbor out ( sorry Tulsi!). That was when i read TFIOS. I cried. I laughed. I called my mom at nearly two in the morning, admits crazy tears, to tell her that i loved her. The next day, I fell asleep in class, and I dreamed of my heavenly boyfriend of TFIOS, Augustus Waters. I couldn't explain to my friends why the book was so amazing. It simply wasn't enough to call it the best YA novel i'd ever read. TFIOS was beautiful. I wanted everyone to know how beautiful it was. But, I didn't want anyone to read it. I felt like my friends wouldn't GET it. I felt like it was mine. All of my, very un-literary, friends decided that they too would read TFIOS. i cringed inside. NOOOO! This book was too beautiful for them to butcher and not understand. I felt like my friends, as wonderful as they are, would not understand the complexity in the book. Like they would not understand it, and that they would read it but not see the value of every word. It is one of those books where i feel like, either everyone needs to cry over it because they are mature and smart enough to get it, or no one should read it at all, besides me of course! Anyways, I can't explain enough how wonderful this book really is. You should most definitely read it if you haven't, and please understand how meaningful and beautiful it really is, or else don't read it at all, because then i will shudder inside to think that you didn't appreciate it. Hazel of my head, I just want you to know that I too would have been driven nuts wondering where the poor hamster went.
As a middle school teacher, 8th grade, I am always reading and searching for outstanding YA books to share with my students. The way Mr. Green writes is so enthralling that you are hooked after the 1st sentence. I love that his books appeal to boys and girls alike. The Fault in Our Stars is yet another outstanding read. Once i started I couldn't stop and read it from cover to cover in one sitting! Believe me, you will do the same! Thank you Mr. Green for another story I can recommend and share with my students!!
This is coming from a guy: I have never realized I was still able to cry like a 2-year-old. Hence, this book is insanely good. So do read this.
I swear, if John Green were currently 16 I would confess eternal love to him. However, in the mindset of not appearing stalker-esque, I will simply state that he brilliantly captures the wittiness of life embodied through well-developed (and perhaps overestimatedly brillant) characters. It was truly a work of art. DFTBA! :)
Five years ago i was lonely. I met my best fiend "ben". Ben helped me get through the horror of fourth grade. In the beginning of fifth grade, Ben was diagnosed with stage four lung cancer. I was heartbroken. Every day I would bring him homework and we would talk and talk. Two months after his diagnosis Ben died in his sleep. I was lost. I cried for days and days. My parents didnt know what to do with me. His funeral was probably the hardest thing i have ever gone through. 5 days after the funeral I got a call from his mother saying he d left me a note. It simply said I Love You. This struck me as an amazing emotiin from a ten year old boy. Thank you, Mr. Green for bringing Ben back to life for me. This is truly the story ofsomeone who died too young.
John, I love you. And that sounds very cliche and fangirlish, so I apologize. It's been amazing being a part of the insanity and brilliance that is Nerdfighteria, and as a bibliophile and lover of all things involving paper and ink, I so look forward to this book. Counting the days, John, counting the days... For now, DFTBA. Keep writing and inspiring us all, as well as making us laugh. :) You rock, John! -Erin, the hopeless nerdfighter.
Ever since I first started watching vlogbrothers videos, I was completely enamored by John Green. I read all his previous books and absolutely loved them! I borrowed my sister's copy of TFiOS once she was done and I could not put it down. I literally did nothing but read. It took me about 6 hours to read. I have never cried so hard in my life, and despite its downs, this book has an equal part of ups. I can't think of a book more appropriate to recommend, to anyone. This is a seriously perfect book and there was not fault in this star. :) DFTBA.
Its JOHN GREEN. I MUST HAVE IT. If you haven't read any of John Greens books, heres all you have to know: THEY ARE AWESOME. John Green is more commonly know as one of the two 'vlogbrothers' from youtube. If you want further reason to buy this, go check out their channel. I have yet to find a book of his that I haven't thoroughly enjoyed. An Abundance of Katherines, Looking for Alaska, and Paper Towns... They all were just so well written and made you never want to stop reading. The first book of his you should read? Paper Towns or Looking for Alaska. The second book? Paper Towns or Looking for Alaska. The third book? An Abundance of Katherines. The fourth book? THIS ONE. Why is this one the fourth one? IT HASN'T BEEN RELEASED YET. You should be reading all the other ones while you wait for this one to come out. I can see it now... Pure genius.
Exquisite Heartbreaker! Beautiful, sad, loving, perposeful....Just right!
This disgustingly beautifull and ferociously moving story had me in tears. To the point where I had to put my nook down for fear of getting my tears and snot all over it. I was hesitant about buying this book but I'm glad I had the pleasure of going through this emotional roller coaster...that didn't only go up! I love this book but I definately won't be reading it again anytime soon...I'm still mourning.
I just finished reading this book today and I am still in tears. It is one of the most beautifully tragic love stories I have read since Romeo and Juliet (only better!). John Green has a talent for writing with humor as well as grace. This book is no different. I love that just as I am getting to feel really sad about something Augustus or Hazel or their parents or even Isaac crop up and say something that just makes my gut hurt from laughing so much. Definitely a book that will be read again and again until the end of time.
John Green is a genius. He's a genius that often does childlike things- such as have a noodle fight with his brother, but he's still a genius. I got this book the day it came out, and avoided reading it for months because I was scared of how sad it would make me. And I did indeed sob for a long time reading the last part, but it was so worth it, because I left with a better understanding of my own life and what it means to be alive. I have since had family struggle with cancer, so I have not reread it, because I think it would be too much for me to take, but nevertheless, the book holds a special place in my heart. Thank you, John. DFTBA.
I am an adult and I never read anything by John Green before this book. I am also a nurse. This book was absolutely hilarious and emotionally gripping. I immediately thought "where have I been all this time?" after reading the first 20 pages. The prose is highly appropriate, and blatantly ingenious. Yes, this is a love story about two teens, but it is DEFINITELY a love story for everyone. Two teenagers who lived more than most adults. And I'd completely agree with Green (Augustus), "The marks humans leave are too often scars." Enjoy this read. You won't want to put it down.
Amazing book. Finished it without putting it down once. I havent cried this hard in years. Please take the time to read this touching novel.
I read the book cover to cover on the day I got it, and it was amazing! I just couldn't seem to put it down once I started to read it. Congratulations to John Green for writing what will undoubtedly be the best book of 2012! If you want a book that will make you laugh the loudest, smile endlessly, and cry tears of sad happiness, get this one. I think it's safe to say that I now have a favorite book! DFTBA
it Is So great That after amazing Reads like katherines, paper Towns, And (especially To me) Alaska, that John green still has So Much More To write. There Is always Anticipation each Time He announces more amazing stories He has To tell. some authors Write A book And Do really well, But they then Cant live Up To It The Next time. john Green Is unique In That His first books Are remarkably meaningfuland well written, His compilation books With Other authors Are just As great. And Still his newest, the Fault In our Stars, does not fall short. i cannot Wait.
this book was extraordinary. I can't even begin to fathom why anyone would not fall in love with this book. I read Looking for Alaska just a couple weeks ago and finished the entire thing in one night thinking afterwards that there was no possible way his other books could surpass it but I decided to give Fault in Our Stars a try. I am so glad I did. This story is so painstakingly beautiful in all the best ways. I was laughing with the characters one minute then crying for them the next. It completely won me over and is (and forever will be) one of my favorite books. I sat there after finishing the book still crying for a good hour. These characters portray how fragile our lives are in the sense that a myriad of changes can turn us upside down but through this fragility we find strength to not only pick up ourselves but also each other. John Green is an amazing author and I absolutely can't wait for his next book.
Before reading this, I read the BN reviews as always, and I can't figure out why people didn't enjoy it. I honestly wondered if we were reading the same book. I found the plot and situations inspiring and compelling. the ending was great, couldn't have done it better myself. This sparked my interest in John Green. Am amazing read, you won't be able to put it down (and you won't want to.)
FANTASTIC!!! This book is great! It's so real, and anyone who has dealt with loss, especially because of cancer or other illness, will find it so accurate. It really gets to your emotions and makes you think aobut the world in a deeper way.
John Green continues to to be one of my favorite authors. A beautiful and lovely book, I cried and smiled. Possibly tied for favorite with Looking For Alaska (: DFTBA!
I adore this book. Like A LOT! John Green is a hilarious, fantastic writer, and I think he really does a good job developing his characters. I could relate to both Hazel and Gus (I love Augustus Waters soo much....) and their relationship was the cutest thing EVER!!! Yes, the book is tragic, and I temporarily hated John Green (but not really) for what he did, and even though it was predictable, it was heartbreaking. I loved Gus' cigarette metaphor and everything else in the book, because it's just beautiful.


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By Jonathan C. Cross and Stacey Trimmer
New York government officials are continuing their assault against foreclosure actions where Mortgage Electronic Registration Systems, Inc. ("MERS") was the assignee of the mortgage, and challenges to foreclosures involving MERS are increasingly gaining traction in New York courts. Recently, the New York State Attorney General filed a complaint against MERS and several banks alleging fraud and deception in foreclosure proceedings. People v. JPMorgan Chase Bank N.A., No. 2012/2768 (N.Y. Sup. Ct. Feb. 3, 2012). In addition, three New York trial courts have decided motions involving standing and other issues in such actions. CIT Group/Consumer Fin., Inc. v. Platt, 33 Misc. 3d 1231(A) (N.Y. Sup. Ct. 2011); U.S. Bank N.A. v. Bressler, 33 Misc. 3d 1231(A) (N.Y. Sup. Ct. 2011); Bank of New York Mellon v. Martinez, 33 Misc. 3d 1215(A) (N.Y. Sup. Ct. 2011). Two courts ruled against the foreclosing banks, finding they did not have standing to foreclose where MERS assigned a mortgage without express authority to do so or sufficient documentation evidencing that the note was also transferred. Although the third court dismissed a lack of standing defense, it did so solely for procedural reasons.
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Q. We have a client in California that has a 480V power distribution system with a transformer stepping down to 208V. The ground-neutral on the 480V is fine. At the transformer, we measured different amounts of current on the three different wires feeding from the transformer secondary and a potential difference between the ground that was bonded with the three neutral wires. Each 208V panel in the building has a neutral carrying current as high as one of the phases. The grounds in the panels have some current, but not as much as the neutral. What are the possible causes?
McGranaghan's answer: The 480/208V transformer is a separately-derived source for the 120/208V loads supplied from this transformer. This means the neutral and ground at the secondary of the transformer should be bonded at one location only, usually the transformer secondary, but it could be the main panel supplied by the transformer. With the neutral and ground bonded and tied to the overall building grounding electrode system — building steel — at this location, there should be no voltage between neutral and ground. At individual panels supplied from this transformer, the neutral and ground shouldn't be tied together.
It's normal for current to be in the neutral conductors, especially if the loads supplied are single-phase and include electronic equipment. In fact, the neutral current can often be higher than the phase currents due to the addition of the third harmonic components in the neutral (Fig. 1 and 2). This can result in a significant voltage between the neutral and ground at these panels, depending on the magnitude of the current and the impedance of the neutral circuit in which the current is flowing. This voltage can be in the range of 5V to 10V for high levels of electronic load. Facilities can use a zig-zag transformer or another isolation transformer at these remote panels to limit the flow of neutral currents and the resulting neutral-to-ground voltage if it's a problem.
Your case doesn't seem to fit this normal scenario. You mentioned that there are unbalanced currents and unbalanced voltages on the three phases supplied from the main 208V panel. This is normal if the circuit is supplying single-phase loads. You also mention that there are three neutral wires, indicating that maybe each phase has its own neutral. This is one strategy to avoid overloading the neutrals with the third harmonic current mentioned above. The neutral current can't be any higher than the phase current since each phase has its own neutral. The disadvantage of this approach is that each neutral sees all of the phase current. You have nothing to gain from the cancellation of the fundamental frequency currents that would normally occur in a common (shared) neutral. This can result in higher neutral voltage drops than you would find with a common neutral.
When you say that each 208V panel has a neutral that's as high as one of the legs, I assume you're talking about current magnitude. As mentioned above, this isn't unusual for a shared neutral and it's true by definition if there's a neutral for each phase.
The ground conductors in the 208V panels shouldn't be carrying load current. If there's any significant current — more than leakage current that might be associated with capacitance and surge suppressors — then there must be a neutral-to-ground connection down line from the panel. You should find any such connections and make sure there aren't extra neutral-to-ground bonds. The ground currents can result in interference with computer networks and magnetic fields that cause computer screen problems. This condition may also be an important safety concern if there is ever a fault.
Q. The 2002 NEC requires a TVSS to have a short-circuit rating (SCCR) greater than or equal to the point of installation. My question relates to the interpretation of this new Code requirement. Suppose I have a 3,000A switchboard that's rated at 100kAIC and uses 65 kAIC breakers (via a series rating) to feed each of the branch feeders. If the TVSS is installed into one of these 65kAIC breakers, does it have to be rated at 65kAIC or 100kAIC? The same question would apply to a residential load center that has a main breaker with a 22kAIC rating and 10kAIC breakers to feed the loads. If the TVSS is fed via a 10kAIC breaker in the panel, must the fault current rating of the TVSS be 10kAIC or 22kAIC? In other words, how do series ratings of breakers affect the installation of a TVSS, per Art. 285?
Waterer's response: The answer to your first question is that in this application, the specific TVSS unit employed within the 3,000A switchboard must have an ISC (short-circuit current rating) of 100kA and not 65kA if the available ISC is 100kA. The 65kA rating for the circuit breakers is reportedly associated with a series rating, which can only be applied to a specific combination of selected circuit breakers after extensive testing by an authorized listing laboratory. Since a TVSS unit wouldn't qualify for or with a series rating, the specific TVSS unit associated with the question above must have an ISC rating of 100kA, or equal to or greater than the point on the system where the electrical connection for the TVSS unit will be made.
It's important to note that although the 3,000A switchboard may be constructed and braced for an ISC rating of 100kA, that doesn't necessarily mean that the available ISC from the local electrical energy provider at the specific installation is 100kA. The electrical equipment manufacturer or provider may need to contact the local electrical service provider for more information on the maximum available short circuit current at any specific location.
In response to your second question and in summary, there isn't an applicable series rating for any TVSS unit. Sec. 285.6 of the 2002 NEC addresses the ISC rating issue very clearly, stating "the TVSS shall be marked with a short circuit current rating and shall not be installed at a point on the system where the available fault current is in excess of that rating." The reference to "point on the system" isn't associated with series ratings or the coordinated opening of two or more circuit breakers. The reference to "point on the system" where a TVSS unit is electrically connected is only associated with maximum available short circuit current at that specific point.


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Sunday, November 13, 2005
Tea In Space With Sir Paul
Paul McCartney - you may have heard of him - will direct two songs from an upcoming concert to a captive audience, the current inhabitants of the International Space Station. The songs - Good Day Sunshine, which has been used previously in connection with the space program, and English Tea, a song from Sir Paul's latest album. The full story here.
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Our dynamic curriculum is reviewed and updated regularly to ensure it is always current and relevant to the learning needs of our students. We place an emphasis on the process of learning and learning from feedback so students are well equipped to take the next challenge in their learning.
Our students have access to the latest technology and we have had a one-to-one notebook program at the School for many years. eLearning is integrated into the curriculum and is used to enhance learning at every level. We encourage responsible online behaviour through education, seminars and our own cyber safety website which helps to educate parents as well as students.
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From Prep to Year 6 teachers at both Primary Campuses of Ivanhoe Grammar School work together to develop a creative, cohesive and sequential program that reflects current research of how children best learn.
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There is also a strong emphasis on the teaching and learning of literacy and numeracy.
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The Middle Years at Ivanhoe Grammar School is an exciting, innovative and vibrant environment and recognises that young adolescents have needs and interests that are unique to their stage of development.
The curriculum in the Middle Years is collaborative and we actively seek to engage students in learning. We have a differentiated curriculum to suit many different learning styles and interests and we incorporate innovative technology including blended learning and flipped learning so students can explore and develop their own learning styles.
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Las Vegas Bowl to be held Dec. 20
LAS VEGAS (AP) — The Las Vegas Bowl will be played on Dec. 20, a Saturday, for a third consecutive year.
ESPN Regional Television officials announced the 23rd annual game will kick off at 12:30 p.m. PST at Sam Boyd Stadium and televised on ABC.
The matchup will feature a top Mountain West Conference team against the sixth-place finisher in the Pac-12.
Some 42,178 fans watched No. 25 USC defeat No. 20 Fresno State last year, 45-20. It was the seventh sellout in the last nine years and the second-largest crowd in stadium history.
The game is owned and operated by ESPN Events and sponsored by Royal Purple.
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2014 "Hoops at the Beach" Game Times Released!
Below are the brackets (by division) where you can find your team's game times and court number. If you have trouble viewing these brackets, be sure to arrive no later than 7:45am to Bonita Cove Park on Saturday morning for the first games of the day. If you are not on time for your games, you will forfeit!
To find your team's game-time tomorrow, follow the steps below:
1) You must know your Division and Team Name to get your game time on the website
2) Click on your division, and search for your team name in the bracket, and below your first game will be the game-time and court. Courts may be subject to change on game-day.
*NOTE: Your division may have more than one version (6-0" & Under (A), 6-0" & Under (B), etc.), so if you can't find your Team Name in one of them, be sure to look through the other sub-levels.
Girls 9th-12th
SUNDAY, 5/18 (3rd-8th Grade)
**Other Tournament Notes
1) The event has moved venues! The new site is Bonita Cove Park!
2) Requested t-shirt sizes are not guaranteed. We ordered the shirts well in advance of the tournament, so our size counts may vary. Team t-shirt orders will be stuffed in the order the entry forms were submitted. When you arrive on Saturday (or Sunday), you may stop by the registration tent at any time to pick up your team's event t-shirts.
3) Be sure to bring a Form of Identification when you check in for your first game at your designated court.
4) YOUTH GAMES – 3rd-8th Grade division games are Sunday only!
5) All children under 18 years-old playing in the tournament will need a waiver signed by their parent or guardian for them to participate.
We look forward to seeing you this weekend for another year of Jack in the Box "Hoops at the Beach"!


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UNIVERSITY PARK, Pa. -- With multiple events set for this weekend, the University Parking Office is taking steps to ensure safety and alleviate congestion issues on Penn State's University Park campus.
This weekend brings a Bon Jovi concert Feb. 23 to the Bryce Jordan Center; multiple athletics events, including the Lady Lions basketball team's Pink Zone game Feb. 24, also at the Bryce Jordan Center. Police and downtown tavern owners also are aware of the Feb. 23 "State Patty's Day" event, a social-media created drinking holiday that brings traffic, crime and other nuisances to the area. Downtown State College will be an "alcohol-free" zone in that day.
The University Parking Office will activate the event parking program campus--wide beginning Friday, Feb. 22, through Sunday, Feb. 24.
Events staff will be working at many of the parking facilities, including all parking decks, and additional restrictions for overnight parking will be in place. A parking fee of $20 will be charged to anyone accessing University parking facilities on Friday without a current Penn State parking permit properly displayed; the fee will be capped at $10 on Saturday.
Lot restrictions
Kiosk booths on Pollock Road and at the entrance to Brown A will be staffed, and all vehicles entering Pollock Road will be required to stop. Motorists not seeking parking are asked to please use an alternate route to cross campus.
Several lots will be marked for no overnight parking. Additional signs will be posted at the lot entrance.
Faculty, staff and students bringing a vehicle to campus this weekend, are reminded to make sure a current parking permit is properly displayed to avoid additional fees.
Everyone parking on campus this weekend can expect many parking areas to be filled to capacity and are urged to allow extra time to use an alternate parking area and reach their destination.
Additional signage will redirect motorists to the next available lot. The electronic message boards located on Park Avenue, University Drive and Fox Hollow Road will be running with updated parking information.
All parking regulations will be strictly enforced; vehicles parked in violation will be ticketed and may be towed at the owner's expense.
In an effort to meet additional demand, and maintain a high level of service for regular transit customers, CATA -- in cooperation with University Transportation Services -- will be adding buses to various routes this weekend.
Downtown State College
Prices in downtown parking garages will be restructured so those parking long-term will pay rates higher than typical weekend fees and steps will be taken to ensure that parking is available for downtown visitors not associated with State Patty's Day. Those who park in downtown garages also will be charged a special event parking rate of $1.75 per hour, after a vehicle is parked for more than three hours at the standard rate of 75 cents per hour, for a maximum daily parking fee of $26 daily.
State College neighborhoods will see increased enforcement against illegal parking, and policies regarding overnight parking, parking on lawns and all other parking regulations will be strictly enforce.


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SL Benfica wins 2013 Super Cup
Lisbon, Portugal, September 30, 2013 - Sport Lisboa e Benfica won their third Portuguese Supercup beating rivals Associação de Jovens Fonte do Bastardo 3-2 (25-21, 21-25, 25-16, 13-25, 15-12) at a match held at the City Sports Hall of Vila do Conde.
The match was balanced right from the start with several ties, but Benfica managed to win the first set after taking advantage of their rival's defensive errors, recording three consecutive points, which broke the tie at 18.
The "reds" put some pressure on their opponent right from the start of the second set (5-2) but the Azoreans changed their strategy, recovering from their early disadvantage, taking the second set to tie the score.
The third set saw SL Benfica start strongly, going up 7-1, 16-8 and then 19-8. However, Fonte Bastardo managed to recover some terrain, 23-15, only to show that they were not defeated yet, as the third set went to the books at 25-16.
The fourth set showed a more consistent Azorean side that, after playing point for point until the first technical timeout, managed to widen the gap to 16-9 and 20-10, before Gilson França ended the set at 25-13 for Bastardo.
In the tie break the score remained tight (12-12), but Kibinho and Hugo Gaspar sealed the fate of the 15th edition of the Super Cup.
José Jardim, coach of SL Benfica said, "We can't say we played well. We had very good moments and some bad ones, but I believe that both teams put on a great display, well supported by the fans. Benfica showed a higher level in the decisive moments. Despite all, I think we've served well in the tie break although we had failed on attack for some times that could have given us an early edge."
Hugo Gaspar of SL Benfica said, "This victory tastes very good. We've worked hard for this and we've shown our union and team spirit, as we knew that this was the only way to take the cup home. We were very good in the final set and I wish to thank all Benfica fans that were here supporting our team."
"It was a good match between two of the top three national teams," said Alexandre Afonso coach of AJ Fonte Bastardo. "I'm pleased with my players who only started training three and a half weeks ago, with some new players arriving this year. Both teams will improve and I hope mine manages to improve better than Benfica and put on great displays throughout the season."
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The Mapes have been playing together for over a decade and continue to bring the intensity to live performances. Some of their memorable performances involve raw meat and the occasional ......more.


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To fulfill its broad mission, LUMA mounts three to four major exhibitions per year in its temporary exhibition galleries. Additional exhibitions, primarily focusing upon the work of Illinois artists, are presented in the Harlan J. Berk, Ltd. Works on Paper Gallery. A list of past exhibitions may be reviewed on the Past Exhibitions page. Advance notice of temporary exhibitions and free admission to opening receptions and all accompanying programming are benefits of museum membership.
Occasionally, a focus installation, the work of student interns, is presented in the galleries of the Martin D'Arcy, S.J. Collection. The text of previous installations may be accessed from the Online Exhibitions page.
At least four times a year, the work of local school children is presented on the third floor in LUMA's Jean Morman Unsworth Art Expressways Gallery.
For LUMA's art submission policy, please click here.


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Q: What is a child window?
A: A child window is a window with WS_CHILD style set and has the following properties:
- it has a parent window;
- stays always in the parent's client area (cannot be displayed outside);
- if the parent is moved, the child window is moved in the same way (its position relative to parent's client area doesn't change);
- it is destroyed when its parent is destroyed.
- to create a child window we have to set WS_CHILD style and pass a handle to the parent window in the call of CreateWindow or CreateWindowEx functions;
Code:// create a child window HWND hWndChild = CreateWindow(_T("BUTTON"), _T("Push"), WS_VISIBLE|WS_BORDER|WS_CHILD, // WS_CHILD style is set 5, 6, 80, 30, hWndParent, // parent window handle (HMENU)1999, hInstance, NULL);
- Generally, the child window position is given relative to the parent's client area.
In the example above, 5 and 6 are x, and y coordinates relative to top-left corner of parent's client area.
Other examples
Code:// moves a child window MoveWindow(hWndChild, 98, 99, // coordinates relative to parent client area 80, 30, TRUE);Code:// moves a child window SetWindowPos(hWndChild, NULL, 98, 99, // coordinates relative to parent client area 0, 0, SWP_NOSIZE|SWP_NOZORDER);
- MDI child frame windows have set an additional extended stye: WS_EX_MDICHILD.
- WS_CHILDWINDOW and WS_CHILD are synonyms;
- generally, controls (buttons, list boxes, etc) are child windows;
- all windows with no WS_CHILD style are top-level windows;
- do not confuse child with owned windows; anthough an owned window has a parent (better said, an owner), it has no WS_CHILD style.


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- Bridges in Mathematics
- Investigations in Number, Data, and Space
- Connected Mathematics
- Core-Plus Mathematics
Reform curricula have been heavily criticized in the mathematics community for the last 20 years. The four used in Spokane should be replaced immediately with curricula that guide students to competence in pre-college mathematics. But – based on minutes from recent school board meetings and my conversations with central office staff – it seems there won't be any major replacements for 2009/2010. There are plans to shuffle the four curricula around a bit … kind of like moving a dirty mop around the floor, hoping it will clean better over there. Bridges is being replaced by Investigations, Investigations is being replaced by Connected Mathematics, and Connected Mathematics is being replaced by Core-Plus. Additionally, these curricula are heavily supplemented by other materials. The list of district-approved supplementary materials is long, I was told. I couldn't get any of the titles over the telephone.
Rick Biggerstaff, the high-school curriculum coordinator, wrote to confirm that Spokane's "middle school program uses and will continue to use" Connected Mathematics. He added: "We are making recommendations for materials to complete our middle-school program for next year." He said the recommendations would be clarified in May.
It's an interesting word choice. Instead of saying "complete," he could say "to supplement," as in "to support with extra materials because Connected Mathematics is insufficient, inadequate and confusing as all get out." Or something like that.
Biggerstaff confirmed that Spokane high schools use Core-Plus and College Preparatory Mathematics (which is another reform program that's been criticized for years). He said changes in the high school program would have to wait until the state finalizes its decisions. But the state has finalized decisions about the K-8 recommendations, and Spokane's K-8 curricula aren't on the list -- yet Spokane is still using them. So is the district really waiting for the state, or is this just a convenient excuse to do nothing? What's the real hold-up? Why isn't Spokane replacing its reform math curricula?
You know it isn't about money. A lot of the money floating around this district is spent on central-office administrators and other things that don't have a direct and positive impact on the classroom. If a school district can't find the money for a proper curriculum – the entire point of its existence – it really ought to just shut the doors and send everyone home.
You know it isn't about waiting for guidance. Parents, teachers and professors have been asking for a more traditional approach to teaching mathematics. In 2008, the National Mathematics Advisory Panel called for a more traditional approach. In 2007, a consultant said Washington's math standards were weak and called for a more traditional approach. Over the last two years, the state department of education (OSPI), the state board of education (SBE) and various math advisory panels used the new, more rigorous standards to compile a list of recommended K-8 math curricula. These curricula use a more traditional approach.
Spokane's main high-school math curriculum – Core-Plus – is barely clinging to OSPI's preliminary list of high-school recommendations. Core-Plus was chosen over better curricula just so that a reform program could be on the list. Advocates are fighting to remove it. Bob Dean (math department chairman of Evergreen High School; and member of the State Board of Education Math Advisory Panel, the OSPI Standards Revision Team, and the Where's the Math? Executive Committee) had this to say about Core-Plus:
"The issue isn't about using Integrated curriculum… It's about using integrated curricula that are so misaligned to the state standards that a Core 1 student can't even pass an Algebra I test. In fact, Core Plus students don't learn all of Algebra I until they have taken three years of Core math. There is no international curriculum that doesn't teach students the equivalent of Algebra I by the 9th grade. Japanese students are learning Algebra II in the 9th grade (I have their text books). Core Plus not only doesn't align to our standards, it leaves students far behind international standards.
"Instead of asking if it is fair that Core Plus students should have to take the same test as Algebra I students.... we should be asking is it fair that students are taking Core Plus at all? Watering down the standards should not be the solution. Core Plus students from Bellevue averaged 42% on the achieve Algebra II test.... Do we call that preparing students to compete in a global economy?"
Meanwhile, my husband and I are trying to do what's best for our daughter. We aren't afraid to say what needs to be said or do what needs to be done. Last winter, we rejected the Connected Mathematics curriculum. We're using our time and money to teach our daughter the math she needs. We're declining to have her take this year's math WASL because it won't be an accurate measure of what she's learning. Sadly, this decision will have a negative impact on the scores for her school.
We're faced with the prospect of Core-Plus in 2009/2010. We know the teacher will move mountains to teach Core-Plus in the best way it can be taught, but we also know the curriculum is seriously flawed and inadequate. And yet, there it will be next year. Why? Administrators must know there's a problem. One third of Spokane students will drop out before graduation. Of the remaining students, most will need several discrete semesters of remediation in math before they even begin taking college math. Over the last eight years, about 2,000 students have left Spokane Public Schools – most of them from the high schools. In 2008, a survey of parents who left the district made it plain that at least a third of them left over dissatisfaction with the curriculum.
And yet, with respect to improving the math curricula, this district appears to be an immoveable force. Maybe administrators are stubborn; maybe they're under a dark spell; maybe they just don't know what they're doing. What's left to do? Sue them?
Dan Dempsey, SBE Math Advisory Panelist, recently wrote a letter to the directors of Seattle Public Schools, taking them to task for considering the adoption of reform math programs. He predicted parents would eventually say:
I wonder.
Please note: The information in this post is copyrighted. The proper citation is:
Rogers, L. (April, 2009). "What's the education budget for lawsuits?" Retrieved (date) from the Betrayed Web site: http://betrayed-whyeducationisfailing.blogspot.com/


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Gov. Spitzer Under Prostitution Probe
"To say this is a shock is an understatement," said CNN senior legal analyst Jeffrey Toobin, who went to law school with Spitzer. The Republican Governors Association has called on Spitzer to resign to "allow the people of New York to pursue honest leadership."
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New York Gov. Eliot Spitzer is under investigation for allegedly meeting with a prostitute in a Washington hotel, two sources with knowledge of the investigation tell CNN.
One of the sources said Spitzer is identified in a criminal complaint as "Client-9," and that Spitzer's alleged involvement was caught on a federal wiretap.
The criminal complaint involved an alleged high-end prostitution ring run out of New York. Four individuals were charged last week with allegedly running it.
Prosecutors say the ring provided prostitutes costing as much as $3,100 an hour. The criminal complaint did not name any customers, but authorities did intercept text messages, e-mails and telephone calls.
Spitzer on Monday said he "acted in way that violates his obligation to his family," without elaborating or taking questions.
His statement came hours after the New York Times reported he told senior administration officials he had been involved in a prostitution ring.
"I apologize first and most importantly to my family. I apologize to the public, to whom I promised better," he said.
"I am disappointed that I failed to live up to the standard I expected of myself," he said.
Before the news conference, three Democratic sources told CNN that a top Spitzer aide had told them that the governor would resign. At the news conference, Spitzer declined to respond to questions as to whether he would step down.
"The governor called his senior staff together and told them he wanted to inform them first about a major announcement of a personal nature," a prominent New York Democrat told CNN.
"To say this is a shock is an understatement," said CNN senior legal analyst Jeffrey Toobin, who went to law school with Spitzer.
The Republican Governors Association has called on Spitzer to resign to "allow the people of New York to pursue honest leadership."
"The American people are tired of corrupt and hypocritical politicians. The governor of New York is just another in the long list of politicians that have failed their constituents," Nick Ayers, RGA executive Director, said in a statement.
Spitzer's office, the U.S. Attorney's office in New York and New York Mayor Michael Bloomberg all declined to comment on Spitzer.
Spitzer, 48, served as New York's attorney general for eight years before being elected governor. Time magazine named him "Crusader of the Year" during his two terms as New York attorney general.
Tabloids labeled him "Eliot Ness," after the hero in the crime drama "The Untouchables," because of his reputation for rooting out corruption, busting white-collar criminals and tackling organized crime.
He was also known for prosecuting several prostitution rings.
He also worked as an assistant district attorney in Manhattan and worked for three New York law firms after receiving his law degree from Harvard.
The first-term Democrat had been considered a rising star among his party. Spitzer is married and has three daughters.
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