The Fault in Our Stars


Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.

This is a recurring line in the book and sort of encapsulates what the book was for me. It is that kind of book that if I read the second and third time, various sentences will pop out, loaded with meaning based on whatever my personal circumstance is at that time. It is a keeper. Like The Little Prince or The Alchemist.

What a slut time is. She screws everybody.

On the surface it is about two teenagers battling cancer and grappling with mortality, love and life in that order. The book is acerbic, funny and wise. It also is gut wrenching in a detached sort of way. You feel for Hazel. You feel for Augustus. You feel for their parents. You feel. Period.

You feel your throat choke and your eyes sting as you close the book. Poignant is the word that comes to mind.

A must read and most definitely a book to keep.