Two Words: Tragically beautiful.
I thought this book looked awfully familiar. Prior to that, I hadn’t really heard about it. Suffice to say that the hype didn’t get to me. Fortunately, it was easily accessible with a very catchy title and so I dug in without hesitation.
John Green beautifully and amazingly tells a hilariously heart-breaking story of two star-crossed teenage lovers bound by cancer, connected by love and separated by death.
It’s so brilliantly written that you can’t fault the plot, language or writing style even though I thought the beginning was a bit slow. I found myself zoning out every now and then especially during their visit to Anne Frank’s house in Amsterdam but I think I’m just gonna read it again. There wasn’t any obvious element of suspense until the last quarter where I was skeptical about the fates of Gus and Hazel. Then again, it explains the entire style of the book so.
Exquisitely written in a first person narrative through the eyes of Hazel Grace, one of the characters,he tells the story through her point of view as a terminal thyroid cancer patient which was quite goofy, insightful and empathetic. John obviously had a swell time expressing himself without any restrictions which resulted perfectly.
I particularly loved his sense of humour as I found myself chuckling every now and then. I loved the way he molded Augustus Waters and others to reflect that sense of humour. I think that contributed a lot beauty to the story. In the midst of grief and death, there was still something to smile,laugh and cry about. The language was wittily appropriate. I felt the emotions each word evoked as John led me on a journey. I felt some kind of connection that welled up tears and I couldn’t but allow myself.
Even in terminal illnesses, John’s talent bloomed particularly via the numerous, inspiring and profound quotes which aptly described and reflected the themes of love, friendship, grief, strength e.t.c. Not forgetting the various life lessons to be taken note of.
I feel like I didn’t do justice to The Fault In The Stars so I’m gonna be rereading it again (and again and anytime I need a reality check) when I’m done with all of John’s works. This time with an open mind allowing it to leave it’s footprints. Some of my fave quotes
As he read,I fell in love with the way you fall asleep, and then all at once
My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.
Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book
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 into 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
You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world…but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.
Oh, I wouldn’t mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you
Some people don’t understand the promises they’re making when they make them,” I said.Right, of course. But you keep the promise anyway. That’s what love is. Love is keeping the promise anyway
The world is not a wish-granting factory
May I see you again?” he asked. There was an endearing nervousness in his voice.
I smiled. “Sure.”
“Tomorrow?” he asked.
“Patience, grasshopper,” I counseled. “You don’t want to seem overeager.
“Right, that’s why I said tomorrow,” he said. “I want to see you again tonight. But I’m willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m serious,” he said.
“You don’t even know me,” I said. I grabbed the book from the center console. “How about I call you when I finish this?”
“But you don’t even have my phone number,” he said.
“I strongly suspect you wrote it in this book.”
He broke out into that goofy smile. “And you say we don’t know each other
Books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal
Without pain, how could we know joy?’ This is an old argument in the field of thinking about suffering and its stupidity and lack of sophistication could be plumbed for centuries but suffice it to say that the existence of broccoli does not, in any way, affect the taste of chocolate
You realize that trying to keep your distance from me will not lessen my affection for you.
All efforts to save me from you will fail I’m a grenade and at some point I’m going to blow up and I would like to minimize the casualties, okay?
Because you are beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence
Left to me, I could write out all the words of this book. That’s how profound they all are. View all my reviews