December 30, 2012
Yesterday I read The Fault in Our Stars and laughed a lot and cried a lot. I figured out the climax before it happened. You would think that would’ve given me time to emotionally prepare but no. I probably cried for a solid 30-45 minutes as I whipped through the last chapters.
Mr. Green, you are a master.
First of all, my level of respect for him increased exponentially [as if that was really possible, I already loved him] because he wrote from the POV of a 17 year old girl, and he nailed it. I related very well to a fictional character created by a man.
Second, his ability to throw humor into dramatic/sad scenes is untraditional but refreshing. My dad watched me read for a few seconds, and after observing me laugh out loud and then drop my face to something serious, he said, “Gosh, that must be confusing for your face.”
Third, I completely fell in love with Augustus Waters. He was perfect. Kudos, John.
[Spoiler Alert] Fourth, in a typical “my boyfriend died” book, the narrative would end at the funeral or something like that. I was even highly anticipating that the narrative would end with the main character’s death. But after Augustus died, the book kept on going. I was starting to get really annoyed with John Green for making me cry for such a long time when I realized what he was doing: the book was not written with the sole intention of making me cry. He drug out the end because it had to end with a glimmer of hope. The book was not about death or the end of a life; it was about life being lived, the universe being observed and appreciated, and the celebration of these things. When I finished, I went upstairs and cried some more, not at the sadness but at the beauty of the sadness paired with the hope.
Anyway, I’m not sure if that makes much sense, but The Fault in Our Stars instilled in me an awe of living. I opened up my blinds and cried looking at a tree. I took a shower to recover and experienced an increased awareness of my body as the water hit it. The book that I expected to make me laugh and cry made me look at my own existence and celebrate.
Thank God for John Green.
[I wrote another blog post inspired by TFIOS. Read it here.]