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A review by judeandolin
The Fault in Our Stars by John Green
1.0
See full review here. I feel like an enormous outlier here because everyone I know thought this book was fantabulous. I really, really didn't like it. I might read again to figure out exactly why, but until then here's a bulleted list of reasons I remember:
- Romanticized illness. Ughhhhhhh.
- A deplorable main character. (Although I have no examples of this because I haven't read this book for a few years.)
- It's a book about teenagers that doesn't actually sound like teenagers. It sounds like snobby college students who are studying philosophy because they have too much money and no career path (think Karen from How I Met Your Mother). And to add on to this...
- The dialogue is terrible. It's so unrealistic that I just felt like squirming the whole time.
- And perhaps worst, we have a love interest who pretends to smoke cigarettes by putting them in his mouth and leaving them unlit, and then saying pretentious shit like this: "It's a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don't give it the power to do its killing."
I can understand where the love for this book comes from. Because in my middle school and high school days, a guy saying ~*~deep stuff~*~ like that totally would have tangled my panties, too. But then my brain fully developed.
- Romanticized illness. Ughhhhhhh.
- A deplorable main character. (Although I have no examples of this because I haven't read this book for a few years.)
- It's a book about teenagers that doesn't actually sound like teenagers. It sounds like snobby college students who are studying philosophy because they have too much money and no career path (think Karen from How I Met Your Mother). And to add on to this...
- The dialogue is terrible. It's so unrealistic that I just felt like squirming the whole time.
- And perhaps worst, we have a love interest who pretends to smoke cigarettes by putting them in his mouth and leaving them unlit, and then saying pretentious shit like this: "It's a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don't give it the power to do its killing."
I can understand where the love for this book comes from. Because in my middle school and high school days, a guy saying ~*~deep stuff~*~ like that totally would have tangled my panties, too. But then my brain fully developed.