The Fault in Our Stars by John Green
My rating: 4 out of 5
My review:
There’s not enough good things I can write about this book. It feel sincere. It feels true. Yes, it’s sort of a cancer book. But it’s not a book about dying. It’s a book about living. About feeling. About being a decent person regardless if you are a great person that is going to be remembered for ages. It is a book about being a grenade.
“I’m like. Like. I’like a grenade, Mom. I’m a grenade and at some point I’m going to blow up and I would like to minimize the casualties, okay?”
I feel like I missed something in the book, like it was not finished and parts were omitted, but perhaps that’s because I munched on it in a few hours on one Saturday morning. Perhaps on the second read (which will come one day I am sure) I might raise it to 5 stars. Until such time…