I tried to write a pithy tweet that encompassed all of these thoughts and feelings, but I failed. So now it’s a blog post.
I’ve seen some posts floating around about this book, but none of them really come close to expressing in any way how I feel right now, having just finished it about twenty minutes ago.
In fact, I find myself pretty overwhelmed by the woeful inadequacy of the reaction posts I’ve stumbled across (maybe I’m not reading the good ones?) – this isn’t just “a good book” that “you should read” “if you’re into that kind of thing.” I’m not going to tell you to read The Fault in Our Stars because I would never ever want someone to feel like they have to read this book, like it’s this burden they’re bearing because their friend said it was good and now they feel obligated. No. This book is too beautiful for that, and deserves to be approached willingly by every person who opens it up.
I have a Nook, and I love it, because it lets you carry around a library in your purse, or whatever, and books are cheaper when they’re e-books, and that’s convenient for unemployed people who like to read. But I somehow could tell that The Fault in Our Stars was not a book that could be appropriately appreciated without holding it. This is the kind of book that demands to be experienced in every way you can experience a book. Buy it and read it and feel the weight of it as you turn the pages, give it the chance to give you paper cuts, get food on it accidentally when you take it to read at Noodles and Co. before a hockey game. Let it be alive the way real books can be alive.
It’s about a girl who has cancer, and she falls in love. There. That’s about all I knew about it when I started to read it, and that’s all you need to know. You’ll find it in the YA section, but that doesn’t matter. The book jacket makes it sound like a sappy teen romance, but it isn’t. It’s a book that will devastate you in the best possible way and force you to appreciate every single breath you draw into your lungs.
Anyway, read it. Or don’t read it, whatever. (If you have read it, though – please, please talk about it with me.)