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.

Oh to miss you.

Often, I wonder why this show is still on air.  I mean, basically the characters you’ve grown to love are no longer there, but somehow it has survived.  Huh.  Anyone care to share?

While I’m waiting for knowledge on this manner be imparted, let’s hear a good line from Brooke Davis.

Amen, lady.  Amen.

Read and reblog!

Someone always gets me in these things!  It’s either I’m that gullible or I just loooooove Harry Potter that much. :)

I honestly believe it’s the latter.

Oh don’t you dare lie! :))

Suspended in a sunbeam

Carl Sagan (d. 1996) was an American astronomer, cosmologist, author and one of those people who believed in the existence of extraterrestrial life.  To be honest, I have not heard nor read of him in any way or form, but I did see the movie Contact, which was based on the novel he wrote.  I loved Jodi Foster there, and the gap where she talked and travelled time was documented as a mere drop of a hat in human hours.

And then I saw a print from Pinterest and I looked him up.  Sagan led quite an interesting life; I think I was so drawn to his fascination for basically everything.

Plainly, the world held wonders of a kind I had never guessed. How could a tone become a picture and light become a noise?

I was transfixed by the dioramas — lifelike representations of animals and their habitats all over the world. Penguins on the dimly lit Antarctic ice; … a family of gorillas, the male beating his chest, … an American grizzly bear standing on his hind legs, ten or twelve feet tall, and staring me right in the eye.

I went to the librarian and asked for a book about stars … And the answer was stunning. It was that the Sun was a star but really close. The stars were suns, but so far away they were just little points of light … The scale of the universe suddenly opened up to me. It was a kind of religious experience. There was a magnificence to it, a grandeur, a scale which has never left me. Never ever left me.

I wonder now when I lost my curiosity for things.  How I stopped and when I stopped imagining and accepting the fact that some things are bigger than my hair, my weight gain, my shopping, my bills, and whatever shit I can come up with.  That the world revolves, with or without me, never around me.  And it is quite humbling to have stumbled upon something so grounded that the fine line between imagination and reality is a mere mark of a felt pen that easily rubs off in your attempts to see what’s under it.

Brilliant mind.  I’m quite sad I missed him.