I am not quite sure yet if I devoured the book or if it devoured me. I haven’t done this whole finish a book in the span of a few days (five to be exact) in a while so I’m not used to being so attached to a piece of literature that I just couldn’t put down. I just been too busy mucking around, engaging in unnecessary drama, and forgot just how joyous it is to be reading.
As you probably know, The Fault In Our Stars by John Green is about a teenage girl named Hazel who is afflicted with terminal cancer. She falls in love with Augustus Waters, a hot teenage guy (it was long established in the book how good looking he was so let me add that qualifier) who is also stricken by cancer. It’s young love at its most innocent, most beautiful, and most tragic.
It feels disorienting to be reading a young adult book that featured characters that looked like they got this whole living business figured out (paradoxically speaking). I related a whole lot more to Gus, with his optimism and search for purpose/legacy, but I got where Hazel was coming from. Her perspective as explained through Gus’s own perspective was probably one of the highlights for me in the book.
It was sad and riveting to read this love story as it unfolded before my eyes. I knew where it was going but I didn’t know how they were getting there.
What struck me the most was the conversations about her not wanting to be Gus’s grenade. She tried to push him away because she didn’t want any more people getting hurt by her eventual passing. But, of course, one cannot choose who he or she falls in love with or when it happens or in under what circumstances.
Favorite line from the book has to be:
“You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.”