The world is not a wish-granting factory.

I'm putting down Shadow of the Hegemon.  I just can't take anymore disappointment from Orson Scott Card!  I told myself I would finish the series, and the book I was reading in my last post, but honestly, I can't anymore.  The whole series went downhill after the focus was off Ender's time at Battle School.  If you're going to read the Ender's Game books, read Ender's Game, Ender's Shadow, A War of Gifts, and STOP.  Don't fall into the commercial trap, only created to make Card money when his writing had gotten lazier and less exciting.
Anyway, I need to stop bashing poor Card (it's not his fault he needs money; honestly, this is modern day America we're talking about here), and start praising John Green.  Awhile back, a friend said John Green was one of his favorite authors and so I started looking him up.  Then, I started hearing all these great things about a book called The Fault in Our Stars.  So I looked it up, as is my nature.  I am one with Google.
It turned out John Green wrote it!
Let me just say how impressed I am with his writing style.  It's new, and refreshing, after reading Card for so long.  I can't even crack a joke about it; that's how much in awe I am.  At one point while I was reading, I came to a realization.
All.
These.
Different,
Wonderful,
Philosophical,
Incredibly real,
Characters.
Were brought to life...
By one person.
One man.
This man.

He's... just an ordinary guy.  How is it possible?  I'm nearly envious.  Is he real? He is. 
That picture is the picture of a very real, very talented man.
Can anyone ever work to write as well as him?  To make characters just float off the page and into your life?  When I write, I certainly try.  But my characters blend, they become too much like myself.  Maybe one day, I'll be able to write like him.
But today, it is amazingly unreachable.