I just finished John Green’s The Fault in our Stars for the first time.
I’m sure most of you are wondering why a bibliophile like myself is only JUST NOW reading this novel and, to put it simply, I’m a cheap bastard and only bought it because it was on super sale on Amazon.
I will not post details of the book. I won’t include spoilers. I just want to share some comments.
First and foremost, this is the first novel of John Green’s that I’ve read. I own three others in Kindle editions but I haven’t read them due to school having taken up too much time and just never getting around to it. Being new to John Green’s writing style, I’m not sure if this is a feature linked to this book in particular or to all of his books but the prose in TFioS is… magical. I know John Green to be an intelligent, well-spoken man than to his youtube channels. But the words in this novel were so insanely beautiful, I thank whatever Deity that may exist that I never wanted to be a writer because this book would surely ruin my self esteem. I am quite thoroughly wounded in the best and worst ways imaginable.
I should mention that I already knew the general plot of the book and the ending. I’d seen quotes all over the internet. I am so thankful for this knowledge because, considering my reactions with it, I fear for my reactions without it.
I was going to write something profound and dignified (a side effect of living inside of Hazel Grace’s head for 313 pages) about loss and how it changes you and how different every person experiences it. As I am still uglycrying over this book with very little profound thought in my head, I’ve decided against that.
I will say this though. Every person experiences the world differently, experiences loss and love and life differently. The Fault in our Stars did a pretty good job of putting my experiences into words and I’m grateful for that.