Review: The Fault in Our Stars by John Green

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.



I kind of feel like this book needs a warning commercial:

ATTENTION: Taking doses of THE FAULT IN OUR STARS too large can lead to frequent sobbing, mild depression, and extreme envy of John Green.

The Fault in Our Stars destroyed me. The thing I love about it is how John Green created a piece of fiction or twelve inside of his piece of fiction. An Imperial Affliction? Yeah, not a real book. I totally thought it was. (I was thinking, Dang. Someone must have paid John Green a lot of money to endorse him like that.)

I really don't have a lot to say about this book, other than the fact that you should read it if you're unfamiliar with the heart-wrenching genre. If you are, it's probably just another book.

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