An Informal Review: The Fault in Our Stars

This serves as a review (it doesn't seem like one, tho) after I have reached the last page of the book TFIOS (including the acknowledgements,etc.) And no, to hell with formatting. And mind you not to mind the curse words, I'm having fun here, humans.

(P.S. I'm writing this to remind my future self that I've read this book, and I have these insights about Mr. Green's work.)

Title: (I've stated it above, if you haven't noticed.)

Author: The Mr. Peter Van Houten of my life - Mr. John Green (What was that "I do" all about?! kiddin.)

Starting with the literary structure of The Fault (this will be how I will address the book to this post's latter part) to which I admittedly state my lack of technical knowledge about, I am glad to announce that it has played its part well to keep my interest. How John Green has disassociated himself from Hazel, making me believe that Hazel is an independent entity, how her thoughts about her disease and the world and people and all seemed real to me, and it was the story was just flashing in me, frame by frame, still. It was amazing, and I can't put it into words (was that just in me or are you really a manifestation of magic, Mr. Green?)

Reading this book took a deal of courage, I borrowed it from a friend but it really took me a while to actually read it (bc of busy sched and bc of the genre). I really am not fond of getting more depressed deliberately because life is playing that role all too well for me. But it was worth it. Not only was Mr. Peter an asshole, and Oranjee moments took me far from reality than I have expected: I can totally picture Gus and Hazel together, that night. It was spectacular, as if I was there. Thank you, mr. Green, but this book was a kind of diversion from what I read (Sci-Fis,action, etc., lol, I hate dull parts, and these genres do not, often times, exhibit dull moments.), and I liked that diversion.

If I were to compare the experience this book has left me, it would be a climb to a steep mountain, a few minutes of stay to eye the view, and a down slide, falling at a quite fast pace whilst expecting the pain upon reaching the bottom. God, I was expecting a sad ending but Amsterdam had made me quite complacent about them, and I have suspected ... (not giving you further spoilers.) , but still, I was speechless.

Fin.