I love John Green. I'll be honest, the only book of his I've read so far has been The Fault In Our Stars - and I cried - but I've been dying to read the rest. He, himself, is hilarious. My sister adores him.
And his box set is friggin' gorgeous.
It's all nerdy and pretty and adorable and all the covers for the books inside are spectacular and symbolic and I just want to hug it and let it be mine.
As I already own all of his books, I have resisted buying it...
... but that's not for wanting.