I would like to thank John Green for writing this book, “The
Fault In Our Stars,” (Dutton, 2012) because it saved my summer. I have been on
a string of disappointing reads, which I won’t bother to tell you about on this
blog. I have no reason to write about books I wouldn’t recommend.
“The Fault In Our Stars,” does not disappoint. Although
there are examples of delicious vocabulary and deep thoughts instilled in the
narrative, it does not impede the rate at which I could consume the story.
Extremely readable with a tragically likeable main character, Hazel, Green’s
newest novel captures the state of being for teenagers. Hazel has terminal
cancer, but has survived for a surprising number of years. Her trauma isn’t one
of insistence, but a state of perpetuity living with a terminal illness she
literally carries with her in the form of an oxygen tank. Her years are short,
but her days are long.
I laughed, I cried, and then I wanted to read it all over
again.
I agree, Jill. I enjoyed this book, as well.
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