The Fault in Our Stars

I started this book late. By the time I picked it up, almost the entire nerdfighter community had finished the book. So when people started posting about feeling ALL THE THINGS when reading this novel, I was cynical. Books don't really make me cry. There have been exactly three, one I read in middle school about a little Amish girl with cancer and how she meets a friend in the hospital who falls in love with her brother. I cried during Looking for Alaska, even though I didn't like Alaska. And I cried on page 99.

And on page 100. And every time I every time I picked up the book afterwards.

Because of this, I was completely unable to finish this book the first time I tried to read it. I was just not in the right mental state to by violently weeping, snotting all over my covers and pillows at night. It's too good, too real and it's almost painful to read. I mean this in the best possible way.

The characters are so perfect, the writing is so fantastic that every painful turn Green throws at the reader actually hurts.

This is the only book (or anything, really, except my family and friends) that has made me laugh while I was crying. The resulting noise was startling.

Everything that I want to say about this book has already been said, but I will repeat them anyway.

Seriously. This book is amazing. But what else can you expect from John Green. It is clear that much thought went into this book. Even the lengths of the paragraphs and chapters changes as the emotions rise. It makes for a reading experience that is hard to find anywhere else.