There are books that I think everybody should read at least once (whether to love or hate afterwards), books that complete slip off my head and then there are books like The Fault in Our Stars which I can’t decide how I feel about and which would thus likely remain on my mind until I can.
Do you remember teenage love? I suppose we all experienced it differently but here it is as if you had been living life underwater and then emerging for a breath, and only a single breath, of air. What is this, you wonder; it was exhilarating, and until now you’ve never needed it. It is a moment of thrashing desperation, of excitement, exasperation and above all else, hope – all held within that moment because that’s all your heart can take.
And at the core of it that was what The Fault in Our Stars was for me. It wouldn’t have been a book I’d pick were I aware of its content, but I am grateful to the author for arousing a set of emotions I had long forgotten about through the telling of an experience vastly distant from my own. It was unsettling because for a few moments after the book had ended, I was very much younger again.
But I’ll leave you to your choices, The Fault in Our Stars can be purchased here.