The Fault In Our Stars, by John Green, is one of those stories that grips and does not let go. My daughter loaned me the book, and in a note indicated that I might want to keep it for a while in case I got “bored”. We also have the movie, but she said I couldn’t watch it until I finished the book.
The book was wonderful, one of those that I believe will likely stick with me the rest of my life. It introduces Augustus (my favorite character, by the way), who used his wit and charm to the highest level, in the middle of darkness and despair. It is a story that brings hope in the terrible places of pain, pain, and yes, more pain.
I enjoyed the sarcastic wit shared between the friends, smart wit but with the purpose of humor, empathy and love. I also appreciated the realism and the author’s avoidance of the cliché in serious life situations as these.
As I neared the end of the book, I began feeling all the inevitable downturn of sadness that comes with stories such as these. My daughter (quite the one for giving excellent advice), said “Dad, just hurry up, rip the scab off and finish the book”. Well, it wasn’t as dark and bleak at the end as it could have been, so there really was no ripping. It was a satisfying ending, filled with optimism and hope.
And now I get to watch the movie.
I heartily recommend this book to readers across the entire book-loving, genre-reading landscape.