|The Fault in Our Stars by John Green
Published by Dutton Books
Publish Date: January 10, 2012
Diagnosed with Stage IV thyroid cancer at 12, Hazel was prepared to die until, at 14, a medical miracle shrunk the tumours in her lungs… for now.
Two years post-miracle, sixteen-year-old Hazel is post-everything else, too; post-high school, post-friends and post-normalcy. And even though she could live for a long time (whatever that means), Hazel lives tethered to an oxygen tank, the tumours tenuously kept at bay with a constant chemical assault.
Enter Augustus Waters. A match made at cancer kid support group, Augustus is gorgeous, in remission, and shockingly to her, interested in Hazel. Being with Augustus is both an unexpected destination and a long-needed journey, pushing Hazel to re-examine how sickness and health, life and death, will define her and the legacy that everyone leaves behind. -(summary from Goodreads.com)
The Fault in Our Stars by John Green
My Thoughts: Okay, everyone, I read The Fault in Our Stars. I don’t want to do my full-on regular write-up thing, but I do feel like I need to acknowledge that I have read it. So I’m just gonna say some things and we’ll see how it ends up.
The first thing you need to know is this:
I’m the biggest John Green fan ever.
Okay, I’m most likely not the biggest JG fan ever – I’ll give that title to Nerdfighteria. But I can assure you that if the man wrote a book only to be published in chalk on the sidewalk in front of his house, I’d probably hurry there to read it before the rain washed it away. I love his books. For the longest time, his books were the only contemporary books I would read. I actually own all of his books and no other author holds that title in this house. Am I painting a picture here? Good.
The second thing you need to know is this:
I read one and only one review (kind of) of this book.
I was very selective and it took me forever. The reason is this: I didn’t want to know the plot. I’m really sorry to all of my blogger friends that wrote about this book, because I completely skipped what you wrote. But it is important to me to go into John Green books fresh. So…when I was finally ready to read this book, I picked carefully. And then I felt awful because the top of the blog post that I actually read said this:
“Note: I am not discussing the plot details of this book.”
Um, I felt like the biggest loser ever because I had skipped this one too. I actually went back and found it on the blog to read it…and saw this after telling the blogger when he posted it that I was skipping it. Felt awful.
Anyway, I read what Adam had to say here and even still I had to think about it for awhile. He addressed the emotional response of the book without addressing the plot, which was awesome. He also said that you won’t cry if you don’t want to. I DIDN’T WANT TO. Y’all know that. So I thought if I made myself tough, I could do it – I could make it through without crying. *rolls my eyes at myself*
The third thing you need to know is this:
I went into this book without any knowledge of the plot.
I already said that I like to go into John Green books fresh. Friends, you will have to excuse me because I am a very quirky Asheley. I don’t know why I am this way but I am with this author (and a million other things). So I never read a plot summary. I think I did read something somewhere that said this one would be a tearjerker, so I worked extra hard to keep away from it. And by ‘keep away from it’ I literally mean that I read NOTHING about this book. No reviews, no blog posts (except the one I mention above), nothing. I didn’t even watch John read the first chapters. When the book arrived at my house, I didn’t read the summary. I was serious about this thing. When I opened the book to read it, I started it with a completely clean slate.
The fourth thing you need to know is this:
I freaked out when I saw the dedication and author’s note.
Because then I KNEW.
You guys, as soon as I saw who the book was dedicated to and then John’s note in the beginning, I had a mini-panic attack. Or some form of a panic attack. Because despite not knowing the plot and not actually starting the book, I know who Esther Earl is. And I understand what John was saying in his note. And I knew everyone talked about crying when they read it. I knew I was in for it.
Here’s the thing. The Fault in Our Stars is a really great book. It’s so, so good. Honestly, John Green doesn’t write bad books. This one is just like all of his others: it’s classic John Green, the way John Green does it, and it’ll make you feel good once you’ve read it. I love the John Green standard. However…
…it took me about five hours to read the first 16 pages on the first day. That is not a joke. That was Asheley trying to come to terms with what she had gotten herself into. I read the rest of the book on the second day. I’ll remind you: I didn’t want to cry. I hate crying at books. BUT…I “teared up” on-and-off during the first 212 pages. Starting on page 213, I bawled like a baby until the book was finished, and then I cried for a little while after.**
|After the first few pages, I went searching
for something cheerful to use as a bookmark.
The Fault in Our Stars is not my favorite John Green book – simply because I do not like to spend that much time crying. BUT that is ME, not YOU. I would not be surprised if it is a favorite for most people, but I won’t know until I read more of what other people have to say about it. I did love it, though, and I did love the characters, particularly Augustus and Isaac.
Bottom line: I think you guys should read it if you haven’t already. Most people aren’t as difficult as me. I think you’ll probably do just fine.
|I still have unresolved issues, y’all.
**THIS is why I do not like emotional contemporary YA books. I cannot control the crying once I get started. It’s awful. And it isn’t a pretty cry. It’s an ugly cry – you know the kind I’m talking about.
~What IS my favorite John Green book, you ask?
PAPER TOWNS, forever and always.
random Capitalization, FTW.~
Have you read this book? Thoughts?
What is your favorite John Green book?
Am I the only person out there
absolutely petrified of bookish emotion?