Time Magazine’s review of The Fault In Our Stars by John Green boiled down to “damn near genius” and I don’t have much to add to that. I loved this book. The only fault I could find with it is that Hazel and Augustus’ precocious dialogue doesn’t sound like how teenagers speak, but I quickly got over that because Hazel and Augustus are meant to be exceptionally special.
When reading a book about two teenagers with cancer you know to prepare your tear ducts. If you’re leery of crying in public I recommend reading this in the privacy of your own home—I got some looks during my morning commute trying to hold it together and not ruin my makeup. The last fifty pages I dabbed at my eyes with a tear-saturated kleenex before finally being honest with myself and bringing the whole box over.
Read this book. It will make you feel things. It will make you take a hard look at your place in the universe. It will make you grateful.
