The Fault In Our Stars … is a truly magnificent book
Spoilers? I suppose so …
Also, I adore Augustus Waters …
As per usual, I am writing mere seconds after I have closed and finished The Fault In Our Stars.
A blog post is not enough for me to express my emotions about this book.
I have previously stated that I cried at the end of Mockinjay. That I did. But it was nothing compared to the crying I did from reading this book.
I cried on several occasions. Not the kind of tears that were shed when I finished Mockingjay, those tears had a different meaning to them and they weren’t really tears, just water that teased me and overflowed my eyes but never escaped them. Well, few escaped … but this book … it’s a whole different story.
I cried until my tears fell onto the paper. Until I started sniffing. As I lay on my bed, reading, my tears fell down my cheeks and gathered on my neck, just below my chin. The last few pages, the letter from Augustus to Van Houten were the worst. I cried so much, I haven’t cried like that in a long time. There were tears flowing down my cheeks, some found their way onto the edge of my nose, most just blurred my vision, but a copious amount still managed to escape my eyes.
As I have said, I cannot fully express all I want to express in a simple blog post … therefore I shall end this one here, because I do not know how to put my emotions in words anymore. Only one last thing to say:
Thank you John Green, for making such a beautiful book.
Sincerely yours, Nadira
