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A review by nehailism
The Fault in Our Stars by John Green
4.0
(4.5 stars)
I'm keeping the .5 to myself. They could've done something, just something to save Gus, oh please I'm being so desperate but, well, I hated this book in a way that I loved it too much (not making sense, I know)
I hate John Green, I hate him for killing Augustus Waters. He was alright, why did the effing cancer come back??? I hate John Green for making me cry at two in the morning, clutching this goddamn book across my chest. I don't really hate JG, I just am too pissed off to praise his writing style or the story. Bring Gus back and I'll read it again, give it five stars and write a long ass review with praises showering upon the author. Just. Can't. Accept. The. Truth. Right. Now.
Of course, I already knew the hero of the "film" will die, cause my entire friends circle was bawling over this new movie about cancerous kids. I got to know this was a book and I tried so hard to remain ignorant but nah, every girl was literally yelling in my ear about how cute Augustus Waters was and how sad they were that he died. Like, okay spoiler buddies enough of your bawling take a seat and wipe your running nosey for heaven's sake!
The thing that hurt me the most in the book was, how Gus was trying to make an impact in the world. How much he wanted to make a difference and how sad he was when he wasn't allowed to live more than seventeen years. This made me realize how unpredictable life is, how we've made plans for twenty years and have no idea what's about to happen in the next twenty minutes.
I'm keeping the .5 to myself. They could've done something, just something to save Gus, oh please I'm being so desperate but, well, I hated this book in a way that I loved it too much (not making sense, I know)
I hate John Green, I hate him for killing Augustus Waters. He was alright, why did the effing cancer come back??? I hate John Green for making me cry at two in the morning, clutching this goddamn book across my chest. I don't really hate JG, I just am too pissed off to praise his writing style or the story. Bring Gus back and I'll read it again, give it five stars and write a long ass review with praises showering upon the author. Just. Can't. Accept. The. Truth. Right. Now.
Of course, I already knew the hero of the "film" will die, cause my entire friends circle was bawling over this new movie about cancerous kids. I got to know this was a book and I tried so hard to remain ignorant but nah, every girl was literally yelling in my ear about how cute Augustus Waters was and how sad they were that he died. Like, okay spoiler buddies enough of your bawling take a seat and wipe your running nosey for heaven's sake!
The thing that hurt me the most in the book was, how Gus was trying to make an impact in the world. How much he wanted to make a difference and how sad he was when he wasn't allowed to live more than seventeen years. This made me realize how unpredictable life is, how we've made plans for twenty years and have no idea what's about to happen in the next twenty minutes.