REVIEW: The Fault in Our Stars

Genre: Young Adult
Author: John Green
Release Date: January 2012

I first read a work by John Green when I chanced upon this quote from his book Looking for Alaska:

I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.

From that point, I was hooked and immediately ran to my favorite bookstore to grab a copy. I finished the entire thing in four hours, a record for me. Then I heard that another book is about to be released, The Fault In Our Stars. I had to get it right away and I was not anywhere near the vicinity of thinking about being disappointed.

The Fault in Our Stars highlights the life of two teenagers with cancer, Augustus and Hazel. For an already tragic-sounding storyline, you’d think that this book would talk about the glory of death. On the contrary, it doesn’t. John Green takes you to a rollercoaster (“that only goes up”) of living life to the fullest and finding your infinities in the moment.

It was such a grave mistake to read this book at a time when work felt too daunting for me, as I ended up semi-bawling in my cubicle, trying to contain the tears brought about by the magnificent and simplistic writing by John Green.

Maybe it’s unusual for some to have a twenty-something read a young adult book, but you see the author does not write for ordinary young adults. John Green infuses philosophy, critical thinking and almost a sense of self-affirmation and self-realization that most adults lose sight of every once in a while. John Green treats his readers as smart and insightful thinkers; he moves you through Hazel then to Augustus, flowing through Isaac and even Dave, the brother-in-law.

The book is nothing short of magnificent. It delivers as much as it has promised, if not more. You need not be a young adult to appreciate this book. It is a great buy and an even more rewarding read. I strongly suggest that you go grab a copy (or leave a comment if you intend to borrow mine), and be enamored by the characters and the Lonely, Vaguely Pedophilic Swing Set Seeks the Butts of Children.

My niece loves to read

I loved the weekend I spent with my niece mainly because I saw just how much she loves books.

I would like to believe I passed it on to her.  Together with Bianca.  And Tita Pinky.  And Tita Babeth.  And… maybe everyone in the Lolarga clan.  But still, I passed it on.

Looking for Alaska

I was going through the motions of this seemingly fast paced day, when I chanced upon this image.

Naturally, my heart broke.  I am reminded of how powerful words are.  I was humbled by the written text; I believe for a moment, I did not deserve to speak.  The rawness and the ache that came with this page completely t0ok over.  I had to take deep breaths, had to take a moment to recover somehow, to try to get used to the emotion.  Yet when I glanced again, the feeling did not really change.  If it were possible, I believe it even intensified.


I am now searching for this book.  I just have to read it, even though it’s classified as young adult.  I have to, even if I’m about six years late.  If it moved me this much, then I know for a fact, it is worth the search.

Please if you know anyone who can get me this book (of course, I’ll pay them back), just let me know.  It’s Looking for Alaska by John Green, published in 2005.  I’d really appreciate it if they can get me a copy of the first printing.

Thanks again.

Choked up

Forgive my Harry Potter madness.  It has been over a decade and I never really thought the goodbye would be so emotional.  I keep looking for Harry Potter quotes, images, how these young actors grew right before our eyes, how I became so attached to the book, the character, the story.

I just now it’ll take another lifetime to have something like this again.  Our generation is so lucky to have witnessed something as magnificent as the magic of Harry Potter.  And Jo Rowling is an amazing writer.  And she made us all young again.

And it’s so hard to say goodbye.

I am both eager to watch the last installment and hesitant to walk in the movie house knowing that it is the last Harry Potter flick I’ll ever see.

Oh, be still my heart.

I am a bawling mess.

I logged in last night on Facebook and saw this clip from a cousin:

I am such a mess.  I just couldn’t stop crying the entire time I was watching the clip.  (Actually, I’m still crying as I am reposting it now.)  I wonder everyday since the end was announced if there will ever be another book like this.  Another book this magnificent and amazing and enchanting.  I wonder if there’ll be another character in the future that my kids will turn to when they’re lonely or lacking in imagination.  A character from the pages given by the wisdom and imaginings of one inspired person that will tell my kids to dream big, to believe in the impossible, to find the magic in them.

These are the books that will last generations.  I cannot wait to read them again before I watch the last 135 minutes of this wonderful journey.

I am so happy and grateful and blessed to be part of the generation that started reading again.  Thank you, J K Rowling, for the books that brought us back to our bookstores and libraries, and reunited us with youthful fantasies that we thought we lost.