The Fault In Our Stars by John Green
Now, as I fight the urge to cry. I realize how beautifully simple this book was.
It was raw. It was fiction, but it was true.
How John Green got into the mind of a 17 year old girl with cancer, I’ll never know, but I can say that he did an excellent portrayal of Hazel Grace Lancaster.
I tried to prepare myself for heartbreak before even beginning this novel. The reviews didn’t prepare me, my friends didn’t prepare me. But to no avail, that was not their faults.You can’t prepare yourself for a book of this magnitude. It’s just not possible. You can weasel your way around the bush, beat at it until the leaves start to crumble, but you can’t really PREPARE.
I’m an easily emotional person, but when I’m sitting in my room, incoherently sobbing for a good 30 minutes after reading one sentence…. you know something has triggered an emotion in a powerful way. This book may have destroyed me, tore away my insides with acid and rubbed salt in my wounds, but I needed the emotional release, and I’m glad I got it.
I feel as if I need to carry this book with me wherever I go, and I know I will quote it regularly and re-read it religiously.
If you have not made the leap to read this book. Stop. Stop whatever you are doing. Borrow, buy, STEAL this fucking book if you have to, and READ IT! Soak it up, and cry.