This title is the only title I can come up with right now. One simple word. But that is honestly all I feel capable of saying right now. Well, I mean, that’s not strictly true, because I am about to write a whole blog about why am I saying wow. But you get it right? That sometimes all you can say is wow.
The Fault In Our Stars.
Last night, the UK was being battered by a fierce , windy storm. I fell asleep around 10pm, only to wake up half an hour later because of the wind. I seriously thought the house was going to cave in so I decided to read. I admit, I read books based on hearsay. It’s not to say I am a follower , because I will read any book. Some of my favourites are by authors people have never heard of. But I do read ‘popular bestselling’ books.
And there is a reason that ‘The Fault In Our Stars’ is a best seller.
From the first page , I couldn’t put it down. It is a brutal read. I’m not even sure I can call it enjoyable. I can’t. It was miserable. There was clever humour throughout, but goodness it was depressing.
It’s about a sixteen year old girl called Hazel. She has cancer. You know that from the first page. She talks about cancer the way it should be spoken about. A fucking nightmare.
I honestly thought that I couldn’t read anymore when she told the horror of her fragile lungs filling up with water all the time, being constantly on oxygen tanks every waking minute. In my personal life, I have had two people affected by ailments of the lungs, not in a cancerous way, but it was very hard to read non the less. The fact that people, kids, teenagers, adults… go through this just hurts my heart. It hurts so bad.
Anyway, Hazel is made to go meetings… like a cancer support group. They are depressing, and everyone around her talks about being a ‘brave cancer fighter’ so on and so on. And all throughout the book she has insightful thoughts such as….She didn’t choose to be a cancer survivor, but that is what she is known as. And she’s not really surviving is she? She still has the cancer. She is on medicine every day of her life. She can’t even breathe for herself. And yet they call her a survivor.
She meets somebody at the ‘support group’. Augustus Waters. I don’t think I have EVER liked a fictional character so much. I am being serious. Augustus Waters has become my fictional hero.
I am not going to say what happens in the book. I want everyone to read it. Everyone, in the whole world.
It is one of those books that makes you want to be a better person. I squeezed my kids in an overbearing soppy hug when they woke up this morning. I literally went outside and smelt the fresh air. I am seeing the beauty in everything today. That is the type of book it is.
It now has pride of place on my bookshelf. And as soon as I get spare money or spare vouchers, I will be buying all other John Green books. I knew he was a special author just by the authors note he left at the start of the book. Before I had even read anything of his, I knew he was going to be different.
“This is not so much an authors note as an authors reminder of what was printed in small type a few pages ago. This book is a work of fiction. I made it up.
Neither novels nor their readers benefit from attempts to divine whether any facts hide inside a story. Such efforts attack the very idea that made up stories can matter , which is sort of the foundational assumption of our species.
I appreciate your cooperation in this matter.”
Amazing . And completely and utterly true.
The book suggests that people want to die a hero, that people want to leave their mark in this world, where as the real heroism is dying a death. If that makes sense. You don’t have to die a hero. You didn’t have to matter to everyone, you just had to matter to the people who do matter.
I know, I know. I am rambling. But this book. Wow.
John Green has two million followers on twitter. He is big league. And rightly so. I am not even going to attempt to thank him on twitter. It won’t mean anything.
But I will thank him on here. I will thank him for writing such a beautiful book. I will thank him for giving me the gift of realisation. The Fault In Our Stars is one of the , if not the best book I have ever read. And I wouldn’t like to tally up how many books I have read. It’s a lot.
In other news, Leona is feeling better.
Still spotty, but better.
Lex is still Lex….
I had a flashback yesterday of being a ROAdie. That period of my life seems so long ago and it was only last year! But Sandy Moffat – as in leotard wearing , leg flashing, floppy haired , camp , German, Franz…. has just announced that he will be playing alternate Frankie in Jersey Boys. Be still my beating heart. I knew that guy was destined for big things. Like, even bigger things than having the hunkiest legs known to man. Seeing him in Jersey Boys will be a happy day. I am wearing my rock of ages top with pride today in his honour.
I am wearing it with a white granny cardigan but that is neither here nor there.
Just wanted to say thanks for the gorgeous response on my Love Is post yesterday.
Just so y’all know, I actually think Valentines Day is great. If you are in love, why not show it with Red Roses, Candle lit dinners and a dirty card ? (29p, Card Factory. Winner )
I have nothing against it at all.
But right now, my only loves are Leona and Lex. And Valentines day is about love. So my post had to be about them.
Just for the record though, never eat Gooey Chocolate Brownie Heart Topped With White Chocolate And Raspberry Ganache from Marks and Spencers. They are gross.