Author: John Green
Published: January 10th, 2012 by Dutton Books
Genre:Young Adult, Contemporary, Realistic Fiction
Hardcover: 318 pages
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Summary:
Diagnosed with Stage IV thyroid cancer at 12, Hazel was prepared to die until, at 14, a medical miracle shrunk the tumors 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 tumors 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.
Review:
This book completely screwed with my emotions. So many tears were shed while reading this story. John Green is a genius. An evil, twisted genius. I mean, seriously?!?! What kind of mind comes up with a story this heartbreaking??? I cried more than I have ever cried while reading a book. I was seriously lying on my bed, curled up in a ball, bawling. The whole time I was reading this, my family was treating me like I had lost my mind. Thinking about it now, I probably had. I guess John Green has the power to do that to a person. This book can make a grown man cry for his mommy. That's how hard on the emotions it is.
I'm not the only one who feels this way about this novel. It's a testament to the author that people are affected as much as they are by it. If the writing had been terrible, people probably wouldn't cry as much as they do. But because John Green had the audacity to write an incredible book, many people are left sobbing their eyes out. There should be a rule stating that only those with little writing talent can write sad books. That would save a lot of people a lot of tears.
In conclusion, I hate you, John Green. I hate you for making me cry my eyes out and I despise you for writing a book as unbelievably good as this one. I also can't stand you for how much writing talent you possess in your right pinky finger alone. Compared to you, the rest of us wannabe writers shouldn't even be writing phone-books.
If you're considering reading this book, you should be prepared. At least have a box of tissues nearby, maybe two. And word of advice: don't read this book in public. Read it in front of people and you'll be that freak cursing the world while reading a book. Passers-by would be afraid of you and question your mental health. I don't think you want that. I know I don't.
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