The Fault in Our Stars

I loved The Fault in our Stars, a line borrowed from Julius Caesar, "The fault dear Brutus is in our stars, not in ourselves, that we are underlings..." It covers the story of teens with cancer, but without being too melodramatic and sappy. It broke my heart. It made me laugh. And then broke my heart again. He writes well-rounded characters that are so true to life it seems as if you could simply meet them tomorrow. I enjoy his portrayal of real teens, not teens living in an end of the world dystopian society that are somehow going to save it - I work with teens, this is absolute fiction. Green's novels aren't entirely fiction and I appreciate this. Granted they are written under the guise of a story, but they are written about events in a young person's life that might actually happen - there are teens with cancer and these children fight with the strength of Spartans for their lives. John Green captures the very essence of this.

I cried I cried I cried I cried I cried I cried I cried I cried I cried I cried I cried. OMG this damn book right here. I am in remission of Stage 3 Cervical Cancer so at first, I was hesitant to read it seeing it revolves around Cancer the whole book, but I am glad I did. I unlike many people like to read the book before watching the film adaption to it. I hadn't gotten to reading this one till now and letting my sister know this little detail was the worst idea ever. We had to take my aunt out of town to an appointment and on the drive up as always, I decided to let my aunt in on what book I brought along with me to kill time while waiting for her appt to end. After explaining the plot and where I was in the book, my sister who has not read the book but has saw the movie asked me one simple question that ruined everything. Has he died yet? Oh, I was livid, if you have read the book or seen the movie it leads you to believe that Gus is doing good health wise and Hazel is not so up till she asked me that question I had no idea that Gus would become sick again. This book had meaning and reason to it. I was beyond devastated at the end the final chapter was covered in tears, but it was a good book.

I read this book in my teens and it didn't make me any less sad as an adult. I had forgotten about Augustus and was thrown off in the worst way possible. John Green really knows how to rip your heart out.

I must be in the minority of those who didn't care for this book. I read it because my ten year old daughter asked to read it. The messages that this book gives young people bothered me about love and sex. I did think the author captured the dark humor that comes with having a terminal illness. Suffice it to say I told my daughter I would put it away until she was old enough to read it.

So amazingly beautiful.