Does anyone really enjoy this book? I mean, really, actually enjoy reading it. I can see someone saying something like “it’s a great book!” (which I don’t necessarily agree with), but to actually ENJOY THE READING of this book would be a little weird to me. Why would anyone ever want to feel this sad? Who wants to read pages upon pages describing torment and death and pain and eye surgery and breathing machines? Why would you reread it, I don’t want to ever feel like this again? It’s just too over-the-top tragic, like some sort of weird caricature of…well, child death. Which brings me to my next point…
I don’t think tFiOS is good enough for John Green. I’m a little disappointed in him, because he writes such freaking good stories, but I feel like he used the cancer sadness as a gimmick. Because yeah, this is like, the saddest book in the world. It’s…it’s like you’re reading a John Green book, but you’ve got the medical channel on in the background and they’re talking about dead babies or something, and it’s hard to concentrate on the brilliance and just enjoy it. But you know what? It didn’t make me cry. It’s not sad like that. It’s just…depressing just for the sake of being depressing.The cancer details make me really squirmy. I will never reread this book.
And this is such an often-said thing about John Green that I feel stupid for saying it but: no one talks like this. No one even talks like this…in John Green books. This is so over-the-top, that it even beats his other books in the “no one talks like this” factor.
The end: not good. I guess it’s supposed to be some metaphor for the Van Houten book or something, but I just felt cheated, not knowing what happened to Hazel. Though I THOUGHT it would end in another (very obvious) way, that would’ve made me throw the book across the room, so I suppose this is better.
And actually, Michelle did like it.
Narrated by Kate Rudd. This was difficult to listen to in parts, because the narrator made her voice gaspy and breathy for Hazel’s lines. Very sad.