This is the first thing I’ve read by John Green, and it’s good. Green is clever and talented — he certainly made me laugh. Still, I found this a frustrating read because it had the potential to be great. I still recommend it, but if you’re someone who notices when the shiny bits don’t match the rest of the work, this might bug you a little. That said, on to the shiny bits, of which there were plenty.
The best parts of The Fault in Our Stars:
I didn’t tell him that the diagnosis came three months after I got my first period. Like: Congratulations! You’re a woman. Now die.
“Yeah, hurdlers. I don’t know why. I started thinking about them running their hurdle races, and jumping over these totally arbitrary objects that had been set in their path. And I wondered if hurdlers ever thought, you know, This would go faster if we just got rid of the hurdles.”
I liked being a person. I wanted to keep at it.
“Come over here so I can examine your face with my hands and see deeper into your soul than any sighted person ever could.”
The absolute sterility of the place made me nostalgic for the happy-kid bullshit at Children’s. Memorial was so functional. It was a storage facility. A prematorium.
hamartia – fatal flaw
toroidal – doughnut shaped
numinous – filled with a sense of the presence of divinity