John Green has somehow found a way to melt my heart and then stomp in its puddle. And while this feeling is not pleasant, an author has never been able to cause this feeling in me…ever. I don’t want to spoil this book for anyone who has never read it, just be prepared to be crushed.
I love this book. I was skeptical at first; all of my classmates were saying, “I’ll buy you three boxes of Kleenex. You’re gonna need them.” That isn’t exactly encouraging, but I was determined not to cry. Until a certain twist in the story wrenched the tears from my unwilling eyes. I texted my English professor, “The Fault in Our Stars. Page 214. Why?!?!?!”
I have never texted a teacher a message that has to do with books. Ever. John Green is my writing hero, and I love him, but I also wish he didn’t have to do what he did. But of course then the story would never be as good as it is. It’s realistic, it’s scary, and it’s heartbreaking, but it’s so good. I don’t know how else to describe this feeling. I don’t even know what this feeling is.
One more thought on “The Fault in Our Stars”. I refuse, absolutely refuse, to see the movie. Not because I think it’ll be terrible, on the contrary I think it will be an amazing movie. Not because I don’t want to sit in a theater and cry until my eyes melt and fall out of my head. No, it’s because I don’t want to ruin the image John Green has painted in my head of these characters. I don’t want to lose the image I have of Augustus Waters and Hazel. So I refuse. That is all.