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Saturday, 11 May 2013

The Fault In Our Starts -A Book Bee's Review (*spoilers*)

FIVE STARS!

“My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.”

 This is a 'quote' review, it consists mainly of phrases and excerpts from the book and contains spoilers."

 I do not posses the words nor eloquence to show my feeling and thoughts, so i resort to the words so artfully crafted in the book.

“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 back together unless and until all living humans read the book.” 

This is one on those books,, and this is why.

The characters.They are just so wonderfully lovable.It was here...within the first chapter ,just past 15 pages that i had fallen in love with all the main characters.

We are literally in the heart of Jesus," he said. "I thought we were in a church basement, but we are literally in the heart of Jesus."
"Someone should tell Jesus," I said. "I mean, it's gotta be dangerous, storing children with cancer in your heart."

“As I* read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.”

The characters are more than just charming they have this ineradicable ability to overcome there sickness.They are not mopey or glum, they understand whats coming and what they can or cannot do about and THEY MOVE ON.With both grace and great humor.

Congratulations! Your a woman.Now die.

They are outrageous insightful.I walked into these 300 some pages thinking this was going to be 'a cancer book' it was not,i also found solace in the main character (Hazel)'s similar disinterest in 'cancer books'

“No matter how hard you kick, no matter how high you get, you can't go all the way around.” 

Such wisdom.

It hurts.John , through his dying characters brings up some of the most difficult  aspects of life that us,being healthy happy go-lucky, people often evade.It makes you think and look within yourself, you cant help but compare yourself to the characters, because in some ways there just like us.
spoiler--->“I like this world. I like drinking champagne. I like not smoking. I like Dutch people speaking Dutch. iI don't want to die.”
 There teens they want love and to go shopping but then you see their strength and cant help but notice your lacking.

'I shall say you will die and none will remember you."


“The world is not a wish-granting factory.”


“You are so busy being YOU that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.”


“You die in the middle of your life.”

“The marks humans leave are too often scars.”

It is just so goddamn touching.
And not cheesy lovey dovey touching.Its so tragically touching your in a constant state of both,wanting (and usually actually ) crying your eyes out at the truth of it all and laughing  hysterically at the wit and beauty.
Yeah, I hear its a side-effect of amazing characters and plot line. ;)
 SPOILERS
“Augustus Waters was a self-aggrandizing bastard. But we forgive him. We forgive him not because he had a heart as figuratively good as his literal one sucked, or because he knew more about how to hold a cigarette than any nonsmoker in history, or because he got eighteen years when he should've gotten more.'
'Seventeen,' Gus corrected.
'I'm assuming you've got some time, you interrupting bastard.
'I'm telling you,' Isaac continued, 'Augustus Waters talked so much that he'd interrupt you at his own funeral. And he was pretentious: Sweet Jesus Christ, that kid never took a piss without pondering the abundant metaphorical resonances of human waste production. And he was vain: I do not believe I have ever met a more physically attractive person who was more acutely aware of his own physical attractiveness.
'But I will say this: When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him.'
I was kind of crying by then.” 
 So was i Hazel.So was I.

 “There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There's .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I'm likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn't trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful.” 

SPOILER END

“Some people don't understand the promises they're making when they make them," I said.

"Right, of course. But you keep the promise anyway. That's what love is. Love is keeping the promise anyway.”

Its furiously consistent in trying to make you laugh and more often than you would think  it succeeds.
And lastly like all good books its going to devour you.Its all consuming, both in its bliss and tragedy.


“I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you.”

You used," he said,and then took a sharp breath "to call me Augustus."

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