A review by abinthebooks
The Fault in Our Stars by John Green

3.0

*2.75 (I rounded it up for the first time ever)

I didn’t hate this book, I just didn’t love it as much as everyone else did. (Granted I’m 7 years late but ya know, whatever)

We follow Hazel-Grace Lancaster a girl with terminal lung cancer. Her doctors diagnosis is depression and she has to go to a cancer therapy group. Through so, she meets the brooding and hot Augusta Waters who previously had cancer in his leg, and they instantly hit off. The whole book centers around their friendship and romance.

Like I said, I didn’t hate this book. I liked the characters (enough), the plot was interesting, the story was fun, and the new words I learned were interesting, but I just didn’t LOVE it.

• The characters are TO quirky. This is my first John Green book, and I’ve heard his characters are written in a quirky, sarcastic, ‘not like other girls/boys’ way, which is fine. But while I enjoyed the characters, sometimes their personalities could be TO much. Or to quirky. This is a personal preference and nothing wrong with the book, but it put off my enjoyment at times. Really Hazel-Grace. “Why are eggs specifically a breakfast food?” Why? Why? Why?

• John Greens writing style. I wasn’t totally vibing with it. Again this is another PERSONAL preference but I couldn’t seem to love it like everyone else had or does. Sometimes the way he wrote his dialogue annoyed me and I really wanted to skip over these parts, or the places he told us what happened but didn’t SHOW us. And again, his quirky writing style. Wasn’t a huge fan.

• And then John Green tries to make fun of the ‘cancer cliches’ in this novel yet he comes out (or writes) the exact same thing! Like what? I’m so confused?

Otherwise I can’t really think of anything else to complain about, but maybe it was the fact I watched the movie before reading the book. I saw the movie when I was 12 or 13 (so a few years back) and I really enjoyed it. I cried watching the movie, and maybe knowing the plot put me off from the rest of the book.

The story itself is heartbreaking, but I couldn’t find myself crying in the book. Maybe (don’t scream at me) I just liked the movie better than the book? And I guess that’s ok but it’s never really happened before? Oh well, you can’t always win, when reading.