“Sometimes you read a book and it fills you
with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered
world will never be put together unless and until all living humans read the
book.”
This quote from the book itself pretty much
sums up everything that I feel for the book, yet I venture into writing more
about it.
This is a quintessential book for a
fangirl. Augustus-waters fetish. Cancer perks. An Imperial Affliction. Van
Houten. Support group.
These words and phrases hover in the reader's
minds long after the reading has been finished. In a market brimming with books
of mediocre quality, (and although I am positive that there are as many
brilliant masterpieces to make up for that), reading a book which would be
cherished and relished forever is a proud feeling.
And although it remains inexplicable what
this book has done to me, I dare to try give words to its magical effect.
A smorgasbord of emotions: what else can
one expect from a novel which is a tale of two cancer-afflicted teenagers,
waiting to fall n love with each other? The novel is so high on its emotional
meter that the measuring gauge just burst, okay? Maybe, Okay will be our
always. Okay?
A honeycomb of overwhelming thoughts: The
marks humans leave are most often scars. I just died with choking from a deluge
of sweetly-saddening emotions.
Crying on the verge of Choking: Oh, yeah.
If nothing else could ever make you cry, Augustus' eulogy in the end will do.
And by nothing else, I mean anything else. Ever.
Undying poignancy: Right from the beginning
when people in the Support group narrate their tales of misfortune, to the
various cancer perks. And remember that instance when Augustus asks Hazel her
story, and she reminds him how she got cancer, to which Augustus retorts, “No,
not your cancer story. YOUR story. Interests, hobbies, passions, weird fetishes
et cetera. ”
Love and Companionship: Telling a friend in
the manner of consolation, “Thats the thing about pain. It demands to be felt”.
Communicating with your girlfriend's favourite author to know what happens next
in her favourite novel, and managing to elicit a response. Going to meet the
author with her. Its the little big things, you know?
Unconditional love: Sorry, can't define it.
Because that would mean conditions, right?
Endearing characters: The guy compares the
girl to Natalie Portman. He loves metaphors. And he writes a eulogy no one ever
could. And the girl thought he was a tenured professor in the Department of
slightly crooked smiles with a dual appointment in the Department of having a
voice that made her skin feel more like skin. Isaac, whom you can feel nothing
but a weird sympathy for.
Aesthetically exotic practices: Hazel's
thirty-third half birthday, or encouragements at Gus' house.
The unfaltering, yet convincingly
spontaneous chemistry and harmless flirting: and you say we don't know each
other” And they discussed books with each other. So, it just keeps getting
better and awesome. Hazel could hear his crooked smile!
A Pandora's
Sometimes people don't understand the promises they are making when they are making them. But love is keeping the promise anyway.
I don't believe I have a crush on a girl
with such cliche wishes.
The writer's efforts: He saw it from the
perspective of opposite sex. He just did it!
Damn! John Green is a genius, man!
This book just made the best part of my
teenage. Go grab your copy NOW, like right NOW!!!
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