Reviewed by Bec Kavanagh
The fault, dear Brutus, lies not in our stars, but in ourselves if we are underlings
-Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare
John Green never ceases to amaze me, and he is a shining example of the talent required to write a really good young adult novel, that in fact, should be read by adults as well in order to understand their own lives better.
I finished The Fault in Our Stars in a whirl of contradictions. It is a book that is infinitely happy and unbearably sad and you cannot help but fall totally in love with Hazel Green and Augustus Waters.
The hard thing about reading a book in which a character or characters (especially the main one) are afflicted with some kind of incurable disease is that you want them to survive. You want it so much, because in a book like this where said character/s are funny and likeable and self deprecating and not at all like the whiney 16-year-old that so many of us picture you want them to get their happy ending. And yet you know that if the author gives it to them that you will be thoroughly disappointed that they have given in to your wanting. So you keep turning the pages, knowing full well that you’re only going to get your heart broken, but hoping that something wonderful will happen in the process.
And in The Fault in Our Stars it does. Something wonderful happens. Something which isn’t predictable and isn’t disappointing and is more than a little bit heartbreaking.
John Green has a way with characters, making them flawed and raw and wonderful all the time. It’s evident in Looking For Alaska, in Paper Towns and in Will Grayson, Will Grayson, and it is completely evident in The Fault in Our Stars. And the wonderful thing about the characters in this particular book, is that although you’re mostly glad you’re not them (because why on earth would you subject yourself to cancer) a little part of you wants to be Hazel or Augustus. They’re the kind of characters you wish you knew, and the way John Green has handled the characters in this book – with empathy, but not pity – makes you feel like you do know them a little bit.
There is too much in this story to describe. So many universal themes, like love and loss and dying, but also art and exploration and the universe. It is a book that contains everything in one simple story. But as is always the case with Green’s writing, it isn’t pretentious or self pitying but lively and funny and you will come out the other end knowing that the things you have taken with you are a side effect of a love story that is itself a side effect of dying.
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