Overall Impression: Intelligent writing with poor execution which sacrificed the integrity of the characters.
The Fault In Our Stars, adored by readers everywhere. I have been aware of this books presence on the internet for what feels like an eternity. I avoided picking it up for a long time because hello, epitome of the hype monster! Also, one of my best friends may or may not have threatened to de-friend me if I disliked it. She takes the life of a nerdfighter very seriously. With the release of the film adaptation right around the corner I finally gathered the courage to open the first page and begin to read.
But after closing the last page, I found myself a little baffled. It seems once again I am out of step with the rest of the bookish community because when it comes to this novel I keep hitting up against an imaginary brick wall of okay. Not heartbreaking or adorable, okay. Ironic, considering the front cover and the importance of the word to the two leading protagonists.
Despite the tumor-shrinking medical miracle that has bought her a few years, Hazel has never been anything but terminal, her final chapter inscribed upon diagnosis. But when a gorgeous plot twist named Augustus Waters suddenly appears at Cancer Kid Support Group, Hazel’s story is about to be completely rewritten.
Hazel is a terminally ill teenager with cancer who needs a cannula and an oxygen tank to stay alive. When Hazel’s mother decides her daughter is depressed she sends her to a Cancer Kid Support Group in the hopes that it will help. Support Group is Hazel’s idea of hell, but when a witty, attractive boy in remission named Augustus turns up suddenly everything becomes a bit more interesting. Augustus has a truck full of charm and the best part is, he’s interested in her. But Hazel is worried about her grenade like status and is determined to hurt the least amount of people around her with the remnants of shrapnel.