The Fault In Our Stars by John Green
Diagnosed with Stage IV thyroid at age 13, 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, 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.
This book was just extraordinary.
I had no idea why I put this back and left it on the shelf to collect dust, I should've read it the moment I bought it.
Anyway, this book wasn't just a romance story, it wasn't just about life and death. It was both. Now, that might not seem to be "extraordinary", but many authors can't accomplish that. This book was just ... random.
Hazel isn't those type of girls who would stay in their room and moan and groan everyday waiting until they die. She's strong, she knows she's going to die someday, but she doesn't care. She just wants to make the best out of it.
Now enters Augustus Waters. He is ... different. Like Hazel, he also suffers from some sort of sickness. He only has one leg. Now, that might sound a bit unappealing to most of you reading this, but he suffers from it. (A little bit of spoiler) I love the way he pretends to smoke, with the cigar in his mouth but not lighting it up. I won't tell you why he does that. But it has a very beautiful meaning.
Together, they enjoy the time they have left filled with humour, random book stuff, and love. I wish I could have a boyfriend like Augustus some day. LOL.
To be honest, I actually cried many times while reading this book. John Green is such a great writer. I might not have enjoyed Looking For Alaska, but his writing style is amazing.
This story was sad, romantic, filled with laughter, weirdness and ... just, beautiful I guess.
Yes, that's the word ... BEAUTIFUL.
This book was just, beautiful.