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Zusatztext Winner of the Edgar Award for Best Young Adult Mystery New York Times bestseller USA Today bestseller Publishers Weekly bestseller A Booklist Best Book of the Year An SLJ Best Book of the Year A VOYA Best Book of the Year “Green’s prose is astounding — from hilarious! hyperintellectual trash talk and shtick! to complex philosophizing! to devastating observation and truths.” — SLJ ! starred review “[Green’s] a superb stylist! with a voice perfectly matched to his amusing! illuminating material.” — Booklist ! starred review “Laugh-out-loud humor and heartfelt poignancy.”— Kliatt ! starred review “Green delivers once again with this satisfying! crowd-pleasing look at a complex! smart boy and the way he loves. Genuine—and genuinely funny—dialogue! a satisfyingly tangled but not unbelievable mystery and delightful secondary characters.” — Kirkus "Stellar! with deliciously intelligent dialogue and plenty of mind-twisting insights…a powerfully great read." — VOYA "Compelling." — The Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books Informationen zum Autor 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. PROLOGUE The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle. Like, I will probably never be struck by lightning, or win a Nobel Prize, or become the dictator of a small nation in the Pacific Islands, or contract terminal ear cancer, or spontaneously combust. But if you consider all the unlikely things together, at least one of them will probably happen to each of us. I could have seen it rain frogs. I could have stepped foot on Mars. I could have been eaten by a whale. I could have married the queen of England or survived months at sea. But my miracle was different. My miracle was this: out of all the houses in all the subdivisions in all of Florida, I ended up living next door to Margo Roth Spiegelman. Our subdivision, Jefferson Park, used to be a navy base. But then the navy didn’t need it anymore, so it returned the land to the citizens of Orlando, Florida, who decided to build a massive subdivision, because that’s what Florida does with land. My parents and Margo’s parents ended up moving next door to one another just after the first houses were built. Margo and I were two. Before Jefferson Park was a Pleasantville, and before it was a navy base, it belonged to an actual Jefferson, this guy Dr. Jefferson Jefferson. Dr. Jefferson Jefferson has a school named after him in Orlando and also a large charitable foundation, but the fascinating and unbelievable-but-true thing about Dr. Jefferson Jefferson is that he was not a doctor of any kind. He was just an orange juice salesman named Jefferson Jefferson. When he became rich and powerful, he went to court, made “Jefferson” his middle name, and then changed his first name to “Dr.” Capital D . Lowercase r . Period. So Margo and I were nine. Our parents were friends, so we would sometimes play together, biking past the cul-de-sacced streets to Jefferson Park itself, the hub of our subdivis...
