The Fault in Our Stars

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(No spoilers, promise.) Hazel is a young teen struggling to live life the best way she knows how with an oxygen tank attached to her side. When she meets Augustus Waters at her cancer support group, her world is tipped upside down. He is in remission after battling bone cancer; she is terminally ill. He is enamored with her; she fights her feelings for fear of breaking his heart. Knowing their infinity is limited, Hazel and Augustus experience the bittersweet exhilaration of first love with wisdom beyond their years as they fight for a second chance, for themselves and each other.

And the reading roller coaster continues. If you don’t already know, The Fault in Our Stars is a complete cryfest, as in tears-streaming-down-my-face-on-the-subway-I-don’t-care cryfest. Why is it that I had to read the most sentimental, heart-wrenching part on the subway? But don’t worry–I’ve been living the city life for almost two years now so I’m totally used to crying in public. Luckily I had my toasty scarf to hide half my face in, but it still didn’t stop the mascara tear trails. I loved their love story, but it also made me so sad because I loved them. Augustus reminded me of one of Sarah Dessen’s boys, so charismatic and perfect despite his flaws. I loved Hazel’s honesty and her sarcasm and her feisty teenagerness. Just beautiful. Not sure if I should DEFINITELY SHOULDN’T be allowed to see the movie in public though.

Favorite lines. . .  

“That’s the thing about pain,” Augustus said, and then glanced back at me. “It demands to be felt.”


But I couldn’t see it again, and it occurred to me that the voracious ambition of humans is never sated by dreams coming true, because there is always the thought that everything might be done better and again.


My thoughts are stars I can’t fathom into constellations.


I thought of my dad telling me the universe wants to be noticed. But what we want is to be noticed by the universe, to have the universe give a shit about what happens to us–not the collective idea of sentient life but each of us, as individuals.


Author: Rachael

Book lover + editor, feminist, California soul + New York state of mind.

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