Published by Dutton Books on January 10, 2012
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult
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Despite the tumor-shrinking medical miracle that has bought her a few years, Hazel has never been anything but terminal, her final chapter inscribed upon diagnosis. But when a gorgeous plot twist named Augustus Waters suddenly appears at Cancer Kid Support Group, Hazel's story is about to be completely rewritten.
Ah, the fantastic John Green. This man. This. Man. ((nooo emma don’t start praising him come on list the bad things in the book LIST THE BAD THINGS!!!)) I can’t. I cannot in a thousand years pinpoint the exact things that irked me to the death about this book, mainly because there was not one single thing. But John Green, man. He’s like, my favorite person ever at the moment. It may be because I watch the man 24/7 on YouTube ((nerdfighters YEAAHAAAS)), or maybe because his work is utterly genius. Maybe I’m just biased and kiss the ground that he walks on. Either way, TFIOS was by far one of the most subtle yet exciting books to read since…well a long time. I don’t know if it’s because the way Hazel and Augustus speak to each other, or because I’m a sucker for great dialogue, but I don’t think I’ve quoted a book more than this in my young ((very very young)) life.
“It’s hard as hell to hold on to your dignity when the risen sun is too bright in your losing eyes, and that’s what I was thinking about as we hunted for bad guys through the ruins of a city that didn’t exist.”
Let me tell you…I don’t like super mushy gushy books. I can’t stand stories where the main characters are all over each other. But ever so faintly, that one book will roll around where there is the perfect amount of each single detail and I die, and I die, and I die. And then I’ll get up, and go get some stress chocolate, and then die some more.
“I’m in love with you and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.”
I absolutely never talk about how cute a story is. Or how much a story makes me want to go gush to my best friend and persuade her to read it because I absolutely can not STAND it. So much though in fact, that she has claimed Augustus hers as if he is an object rather than the adorable freakin’ thing he is. ((real mature emma))((i’ve already claimed him though so she’s a little late now isn’t she.)) It was perfect. That’s pretty much all I have to say on the matter. It was all around sweet and innocent, with hints of some of the funniest dialogue.
“What a slut time is. She screws everybody.”
“Headline?” he asked. “‘Swing Set Needs Home,'” I said. “‘Desperately Lonely Swing Set Needs Loving Home,'” he said. “‘Lonely, Vaguely Pedophilic Swing Set Seeks the Butts of Children,'” I said.”
Although, I will admit to the fact that this book made me sad. Sadder than when my favorite characters were killed off a certain series ((sorry miss Rowling i’m still not to happy with you ma’am)), and even sadder than watching it happen on the big screen. It’s been quite a while since I’ve read this amazing book and I’m still not sure if I’ll ever be able to get over it in time for the next heart crusher I read. ((talk about pile-up…)) In conclusion, this book is for everyone who doesn’t mind being up until 3am bawling their face off, and for those of us who know that each second reading TFIOS is one that we’ll most likely cherish forever and pass on to the next generations.
“I want to leave a mark. But Van Houten: The marks humans leave are too often scars. You build a hideous minimal or start a coup or try to become a rockstar and you think, “They’ll remember me now,” but (a) they don’t remember you, and (b) all you leave behind are scars. Your coup becomes a dictatorship. Your minimal becomes a lesion.”