

My heart soared. My heart broke. Finishing out the last third of the book or so today, I can't tell you how much of it I spent crying. Yes, I'm pathetic.
The Fault in Our Stars - to get down to the actual reviewing, here - is about Hazel Grace and Augustus Waters. Two star-crossed-lovers (I'm clearly a total sap for star-crossed-lovers) who are - spoiler alert - dying of cancer. Hazel is an avid reader and particularly loves a fictional novel called "An Imperial Affliction", which is about a terminally ill girl much like herself.
I don't want to give away too much of this story, because it's really something everybody ought to experience. Suffice to say that I'm finished reading it now and my nose feels like it's going to never stop running, and I have a dull ache in my throat where the rock-hard lump was before the book ended. This book is a masterpiece in young adult literature.
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