I have had limited internet for the past two weeks. The following was written on July 8 in Heathrow Airport in London.
In one twelve-hour layover, I read all of “The Fault in Our Stars.” Since I am writing this only fifteen minutes after finishing the book, I am unsure how well I have processed the book; it’s still too new to me to speak intelligently about.
I can however speak emotionally about it. The book is too popular to not have known the ending before reading it; too many people were talking about it for me not to hear that Gus died. A mark of a good book though, knowing the ending didn’t ruin the story. There were enough twists and turns along the way to keep my interest.
One thing I didn’t like was that Gus hid his illness from Hazel. I understand Green did this to teach Hazel a lesson; it was silly for her to push those away from her simply to prevent them pain. Those who love her are going to love her no matter what. But Green hates that cancer books are always about sick people teaching the healthy important life lessons, so why is it okay for sick people to teach other sick people lessons? When two people people, especially two people with feelings for each other, have sex, that creates a bond. Keeping such a huge secret from Hazel cheapens that bond to me, makes less of something that was otherwise described as being something so sweet.