There is no denying that The Fault in Our Stars affected me. I definitely was not completely dry eyed by the end. Sometimes I wonder why I torture myself, knowing full well ahead of time that something will inevitably make me so sad, and yet I have to go through it. I lost the person who raised me, my grandmother, to cancer when I was 12 years old. Not one single action in my life, well with the exception of becoming a mother, has changed me, and everything i had ever known so drastically as that did. I watched the disease, and the aggressive treatments and the end result of losing that battle. So ultimately, I guess the stories/movies about cancer patients just hits me a little harder. And even though it can be torturous at times, it's familiar, and I almost crave the great times the characters have before the heartbreaking end because it reminds of experiencing my own. There is some beauty in that and I think that's what gets me.

I absolutely fell in love with Augustus from the first night that he met Hazel. He was so charismatic. His character kept off the pages! I did like Hazel too, but I feel like Augustus made this book shine bright. I will say that neither of them felt as though they were teenagers though. But then there would be moments or something they said that was so teenagery that it almost felt like it didn't fit.

I can't say I was really surprised by much in this book. I had a feeling how things would end from the get go, but it was a touching journey to take never the less. I have heard great things about John Green's books, and I'm happy to say that this one did not disappoint. I look forward to reading more from him in the future.