Why would you name your book "Nobody Loves A Farting Princess"? What does that even mean? Honestly, I have no idea. It's just something my dad used to say that stuck with me. I was very close to my father until he was diagnosed with a stage four brain tumor when I was only twenty-seven. The six months I spent watching him descend from the smartest man I'd ever known into a confused, angry zombie-man was the hardest thing I've ever been through. Even harder than anything I've endured since learning, only two years after my father gave into his cancer, that I have the exact same type. The doctors tell me it's just lighting striking twice. This is the story of my life thus far.