(4.5 out of 5 stars)
“As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.”
Hello, I think I just fell in love with that sentence. So sweet, so simple, and so true. The rest of John Green’s The Fault in our Stars does not disappoint either. Green’s novel is a shining example of a young adult book that caters to all ages. As NPR so eloquently stated, “Green writes books for young adults, but his voice is so compulsively readable that it defies categorization. He writes for youth, rather than to them, and the difference is palpable…” A-GREED.
Basic plot - a sixteen year old girl named Hazel Lancaster has terminal cancer. Through a miracle drug, Philanxiphor, Hazel is able to extend her life for an indefinite amount of time. Her life is changed when she meets a boy named Augustus Waters at Cancer Kid Support Group. What begins as a mutual hatred of Support Group slowly evolves into a love story between two of the wittiest teenagers in Indiana that just happen to have cancer as well.
I cannot say enough good things about this book. It is beautifully written, honest and funny. Funny is hard to do when the two main characters are cancer patients, but Green hits it out of the park, finding the perfect balance between self-deprecating humor and vulnerability. Green actually got the idea for the characters in the novel after working as a student chaplain at a children’s hospital for five months at one point in his life. It definitely shows.
Read this book ASAP so we can discuss how wonderful it is! Some of my favorite passages to entice you…
“My thoughts are stars I can’t fathom into constellations.”
“I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout in to the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.”
“That’s the thing about pain,” Augustus said, and then glanced back at me. “It demands to be felt”