Sunday reading.

I first read The Fault in Our Stars by John Green a few weeks ago. I downloaded it (my very first e-book!) for the train ride back to NYC along with Gone Girl so that if it made me cry* I'd have something less sob-worthy to switch to. (And I'm glad I did, because I don't think I even made it halfway through before I was so fully invested in the (improbable?) love story between two teenagers with cancer I knew I'd have to put it down for a while, because there is no way it would be any sort of happy ending. (Sorry, spoiler alert.)

Although I suppose it is both a "teen romance" and a "cancer story," it goes far beyond that by also dealing with the nature of friendships and the concept of who we are and what our place is in the world. Green wrote the entire story in first person, through the perspective of Hazel, who within the first pages we discover is terminal. By writing in her voice, with frankness and humor, he allows the characters to develop as people instead of "victims" or "survivors", which, for me, is what makes it truly special. I loved this book. And if you don't, well then, you might be a little bit dead inside. I highly recommend it.


*I like to have a buffer book on hand, in case things get awkward, i.e me bursting into tears when Prim's name gets called in the reaping in the Hunger Games, or when Carmen feels like her family doesn't love her during the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants (both true stories of bus time reading adventures). This is my life.

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