fishingboatproceeds: Do Germans use tumblr? I dunno. I guess I’m about to find out. I just learned that DAS SCHICKSAL IST EIN MIESER VERRATER* (the German edition of TFiOS) had a great first week in Germany and will debut on the Spiegel bestseller list (the German equivalent of the New York Times bestseller list).  I’ve had the same German publisher and translator for all of my books, and they’ve always done brilliantly by my work, and I’m really thrilled to learn that so many people are finding the German edition and enjoying it. My translator, Sophie Zeitz, is a far better writer than I am. I know this because my reviews in German are much more positive than my reviews in English. (In Germany, I am often compared to American writers like Jonathan Franzen and Philip Roth.) So really this is mostly thanks to her, but I am totally delighted. I’ll be visiting Germany for a brief tour next month. Hope to see some of you then! * The title translates approximately to “Fate is a Cruel Traitor,” and has been the subject of some controversy, but for the record I really like the German title. But of course what I think doesn’t matter much, as books belong to their readers, etc. Yes, we use tumblr! Just because we don’t live on the American continent  doesn’t mean we’re actually living behind the moon, seriously. Typical American. *shakes her head in exasperation*I like your books better in the original version, by the way, so however talented your translator is, you might consider that you are the reason for your books’ success! Also, stop fishing for compliments.

fishingboatproceeds:

Do Germans use tumblr? I dunno. I guess I’m about to find out.

I just learned that DAS SCHICKSAL IST EIN MIESER VERRATER* (the German edition of TFiOS) had a great first week in Germany and will debut on the Spiegel bestseller list (the German equivalent of the New York Times bestseller list). 

I’ve had the same German publisher and translator for all of my books, and they’ve always done brilliantly by my work, and I’m really thrilled to learn that so many people are finding the German edition and enjoying it.

My translator, Sophie Zeitz, is a far better writer than I am. I know this because my reviews in German are much more positive than my reviews in English. (In Germany, I am often compared to American writers like Jonathan Franzen and Philip Roth.) So really this is mostly thanks to her, but I am totally delighted.

I’ll be visiting Germany for a brief tour next month. Hope to see some of you then!

* The title translates approximately to “Fate is a Cruel Traitor,” and has been the subject of some controversy, but for the record I really like the German title. But of course what I think doesn’t matter much, as books belong to their readers, etc.

Yes, we use tumblr! Just because we don’t live on the American continent  doesn’t mean we’re actually living behind the moon, seriously. Typical American. *shakes her head in exasperation*
I like your books better in the original version, by the way, so however talented your translator is, you might consider that you are the reason for your books’ success! Also, stop fishing for compliments.

Posted on August 10, 2012 at 4:00pm with 1,153 notes and was reblogged from John Green's tumblr
fishingboatproceeds: Man, that’s some solid gif-ing. Happy dance!!!

fishingboatproceeds:

Man, that’s some solid gif-ing.

Happy dance!!!

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Posted on July 25, 2012 at 12:30pm with 6,787 notes and was reblogged from John Green's tumblr
edwardspoonhands: mldmnnrdrprtr: crazylipgloss: thebatmanchild: athagazagoraphobic: invisicanada: About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle. Reblogging for the comment How old are you?  “ten” How long have you been ten? “…” HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town. “You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.” The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path.  “How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know. “Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone. Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine. Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure. “How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew. “A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories. Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain. “I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole. Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale. He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.” Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack. Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.” Woah…Karen Kavett made this image after I said to her “Wouldn’t it be hilarious if the cover of twilight was a pokeball instead of an apple.” I had no idea it had now been reblogged 150,000 times. This makes me feel weird. I don’t even know how it got out into the world…did I blog it? I can prove it was Karen though, because I have the High Res version! Huge thumbs up to the comments on this though. Click for high-res image

edwardspoonhands:

mldmnnrdrprtr:

crazylipgloss:

thebatmanchild:

athagazagoraphobic:

invisicanada:

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.

Reblogging for the comment

How old are you? 

“ten”

How long have you been ten?

“…”

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN

Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.

“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”

The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path. 

“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.

“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.

Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.

Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.

“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.

“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.

Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.

“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.

Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.

He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”

Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.

Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”

Woah…Karen Kavett made this image after I said to her “Wouldn’t it be hilarious if the cover of twilight was a pokeball instead of an apple.” I had no idea it had now been reblogged 150,000 times. This makes me feel weird. I don’t even know how it got out into the world…did I blog it? I can prove it was Karen though, because I have the High Res version!

Huge thumbs up to the comments on this though.

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Posted on July 15, 2012 at 8:48pm with 265,470 notes and was reblogged from Hank's Tumblr
  • Hank: John, If money were no object, what kind of party would you throw and where?
  • John: If money were no object I wouldn't throw a party.
  • Hank: I would. I would throw Vidcon!
  • John: I like to be by myself. Or with my family like...
  • Hank: No. No, I have a new answer.
  • John: Ok.
  • Hank: I would throw a party...on Mars. If money were no object.
  • John: And then you'd have one day of party and you...
  • Hank: Just get on the ship and go back.
  • John: Or die.
  • Hank: Right, no. You just party.
  • John: Party 'till you die.
  • Hank: Everybody just runs on "Uuuuh Partyyyyy".
  • John: "Blashhh" And then they just burn to death. Within hours.
  • Hank: Burn?
  • John: I don't know. What do I know about the...?
  • Hank: It's cold.
  • John: Is it cold on Mars?
  • Hank: It's cold on Mars.
  • John: Really?
  • Hank: It's cold on Mars.
  • John: Really?
  • Hank: It's cold on Mars.
  • John: Are you positive?
  • Hank: Yep.
  • John: The whole time? All year 'round? Even in the summer?
  • Hank: It's cold on Mars. Sorry.
  • John: Even in the, like. Even in August?
  • Hank: It's cold.
  • John: Right at the equator?
  • Hank: It's cold.
  • John: Right at the Martian equator?
  • Hank: It's cold.
  • John: 'cause it's farther from the Earth? It's that why?
  • Hank: Yes. It's farther from the sun. It has nothing to do with how far it is from Earth.
  • John: Wait. You're telling me that heat is not produced by Earth? Now everything is being overturned. Next you will tell me that the Earth isn't the center of the universe. Or that six to the fifth power isn't four!
  • Hank: You're bad at being a nerd.
Posted on July 15, 2012 at 8:42pm with 5,735 notes and was reblogged from John Green's tumblr

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Posted on June 23, 2012 at 3:29pm with 4,258 notes and was reblogged from WIL WHEATON dot TUMBLR

tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?

Any book.

Posted on June 23, 2012 at 3:23pm