The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars
But in ourselves.
This is the first time I’ve truly been at a loss for words. What am I supposed to say? How can I do this book justice? Maybe tell you all that it was perfect? The best, most heartbreaking, hilarious book that has touched me like none other? Sure. I mean, it’s been said countless times, in countless reviews, and you know what? They are absolutely, a hundred and fifty percent true.
Me while reading:
Hazel’s days are numbered thanks to her crap lungs. She was able to buy a few years more, thanks to a miracle, but she isn’t fooling herself. But when a gorgeous plot twist named Augustus Waters suddenly appears at Cancer Kid Support Group, Hazel’s story is about to be completely rewritten.
I don’t think I’ve ever cried so much, laughed so much, just over all enjoyed a book as much as I have while reading The Fault in Our Stars. Everything that goes on is serious, heartbreaking and eye opening but John Green does an amazing job at, literally, making you laugh out loud. Even when you’re suffering. Hazel… what a breathe of fresh air her character was. She was real and I loved her no bullshit attitude. She wasn’t fooling herself, and John Green didn’t make her out to be ecstatic with the world or her situation. She wasn’t bitchy or depressing, but it wasn’t like she was perfectly fine to sit idly and watch the time tick by.
Augustus Waters is my dream guy. Like, for real. As I wrote on an update: Screw all the Christian Grey’s and the Gideon Cross’, just give be Augustus Waters.
As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.
And I fell in love right along with her. With his wit, his charisma, his metaphors.
I fell in love with everything that was… him.
I was completely emotionally invested into the story. It’s not just the main characters that stole my heart, Isaac, the parents, even her damn tank, Phillip, did as well. It was beautiful, it was hilarious, and it was perfect.
“Maybe okay will be our always.“
Everybody tells you to have your tissues fully loaded because you’re going to need them, and of course my first thought is suuuureee. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve teared up in plenty of books, but actually cried? Nah. Well, I step down and admit defeat. I freakin’ sobbed my heart out. John Green, you’ve done what only few have been able to do, make me cry.