Diagnosed with Stage IV thyroid cancer at 12, 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, Augustus is gorgeous, 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.
— Goodreads.com description
I got 3/4 through The Fault in Our Stars by John Green and was all, “Why did everyone say this made them sob?!”
Well, I just finished. And my face is very wet.
And my book is a hot mess. I mean, pages and pages are dog-earred. The sweet moments, the beautiful turns of phrase, the achey breaky heart moments. They kept coming and coming and soon most of the book was comprised of pages and passages I wanted to come back to.
I mean, I always loved John Green. We all did. But, sweet book gods, this is Green at his best. Who would have thought we hadn’t seen it till now?!
Word after word, he just sucked me in to the world of Hazel and Augustus and proceeded to just emotionally stun and slay me.
Green put it best himself:
“Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.”
Set aside a few hours, stock up your Kleenexes and lock yourself in the house, far away from any human beings you’d prefer not see you in a state of emotional disarray, and get reading The Fault in Our Stars by John Green. You won’t regret it.