I’ve been trying to find new authors to add to my list of favorite authors on my Facebook page (a prestigious list of high importance and influence, I assure you) when I made the mistake of reading John Green. I say mistake because once I read The Fault in Our Stars, I knew I was going to get nothing done in the next week while I made my way through all his other books.
So today’s blog post is dedicated to John Green, who stole my productivity but instead gave me something much more valuable: great books that will stay with me forever.
The Fault in Our Stars
I read this book because the writers of one of my favorite movies (500) Days of Summer were adapting it for the big screen. When I heard that it was about teenagers with cancer, I expected something heavy and emotionally taxing. It wasn’t something I was game for diving into, despite the fact that my friends were practically hurling their copies at my face and shouting “READ THIS BOOK!”
The Fault in Our Stars was not as I expected it to be. It was sharp and clever, with outbursts of wit and amusement that had me laughing and crying at odd intervals.
Books like The Fault in Our Stars fit my definition of a perfect book because they aren’t one-note. Sure, I love genre films and novels as much as anyone else, and some days I just want to watch everything explode in a hail of gunfire in a straight action flick, or read a book that’s designed to make me cry for hours on end with no respite.
But books like Stars mix everything up, taking you on a roller coaster of emotion and feelings, making you laugh in the middle of a tragic scene, and infusing jokes with a kind of tragic double entendre that breaks your heart even though you’re laughing.
I love this book, you guys. And you will too.