Just finished The Fault in Our Stars by John Green. Leaving a review.
Okay, first, I sped through this book in a matter of days. It was a very readable book, but I also really liked it, so I would totally recommend it. I usually end with that, but I’m beginning with it this time, because seriously — I just spent three straight hours reading the fucking thing, and I never ever do that.
The Fault in Our Stars is about two teenagers with cancer who fall in love, most basically. It’s a Tissue Book — well, it was for me, because I’m secretly a sap — but it’s also a sweet and funny kind of book. There’s a lot of back and forth and morbid humor, some nice romance rather heightened by one character’s love for the dramatic.
There’s also a lot of philosophical-ish kinds of stuff. Talk about oblivion and living life anyway, unfairness and beauty — it’s an important, though not Important, kind of book, in that sense. What I mean is that it doesn’t think too much of itself or try to know more than it can, but it has a lot of good messages anyway.
One thing I liked is that the teenagers in the book aren’t bratty, immature assholes — they’re very aware of what they’re going through, and sometimes handle it better than their parents. But there’s also a very human and childlike side that shines through; the book makes it very clear that it’s important not to romanticize things like death through illness. I guess what I’m saying is that a lot of the humor stems from the characters joking about what they’re going through as a way of dealing with it, but it’s very clear that that’s how they’re dealing with it, so it doesn’t feel out of place or inappropriate. Not just any writer could pull that off, so I thought I’d mention it.
There’s a painful kind of optimism underlying the entire read, and I both laughed and cried as I was reading. I ended up falling in love with the characters. For all these reasons, I would recommend The Fault in Our Stars.