Why did I love this book?
I’ve read heaps of books I don’t remember days—even minutes—after reading the last line, and this is not one of them. After subscribing to Green’s CrashCourse on YouTube and listening to many of his pieces from The Anthropocene Reviewed, I had to read The Fault in Our Stars.
After all of the hype surrounding the movie adaptation (“It’s a tearjerker!” “You’ll cry your eyes out!”), I didn’t want to read it, and I certainly didn’t want to love it, but my curiosity got the best of me.
This novel is brutally honest in presenting “conventions of the cancer kid genre,” and although I experienced some “ouch” moments during verbal interactions, I recognized there’s no time for platitudes when your days are numbered. The dark humor in the two main characters’ banter is delicious.
And although readers may not believe these teens could be so witty, I wish I had friends like them. I smiled a lot while I read. I never “cried my eyes out”—though I did get choked up a bit—because Green is too intelligent to write cloyingly.
Why won’t I watch the “tearjerker” movie? Because I loved this novel.