Someone asked me what this book was about and I started to explain the love story between the one-legged boy and the girl with cancer, but that felt like such a shallow assessment of what this book really is. Though it may sometimes feel like death constantly lurks around the corner, we are reminded that death is just a side effect of life. And that's what this story is about. It's a story about life, and how our lives affect others, and how silly it is that every person feels the need to leave some grandiose mark in order to give meaning to their lives. Because most marks are scars, and many memorable people were memorable for being horrible. And those who left good marks behind, such as inventors and doctors, are not really anything more than keen observers. And that's what gives meaning to life. Observing and appreciating the universe, in honour of those who no longer can and in honour of the universe itself, which will always be far more great and beautiful than any human could ever be. It's about being humble and treading lightly upon the earth. It's about exuding all the love and happiness that you can and taking in all the love and happiness that you can because these things are finite, and one day the sun will swallow the earth and nothing at all will have mattered a damn. Except the life that you chose to have right now and the observations and appreciations of those things that one day will have returned to annihilation.