Bookworm Express: The Fault In Our Stars – John Green

Welcome back to the Bookworm Express on Scribbler Alliance with a new book recommendation for this week.

I suppose this book should come with several warnings; absolute tear-jerker, heartbreaking story line and dark, yet never out of place, humor. This book isn’t for the fainthearted. So readers, beware. That being said, very few books can be recognized as those that tug on our heartstrings. On that account, John Green’s novel, The Fault In Our Stars, shines like a bright ray of sunshine.

The Fault in Our Stars

Real life isn’t easy like those written in novels. Life consists of constant struggle to stay alive, to be known, to be able to leave one’s mark on the face of earth … to avoid oblivion. Hazel Grace Lancaster, our protagonist, is a sixteen-year-old girl. Her life doesn’t concern the usual drama of American teens. Why? Because, unlike most teenagers, Hazel has lung cancer.

So what better way to deal with the depression resulting from cancer, or rather, impending death, than joining a cancer support group? And that’s where she meets Augustus Waters. Seventeen-year-old Augustus is in remission from his osteosarcoma and has a prosthetic leg. By his best friend’s declaration, he’s a self-aggrandizing bastard, and yet, he wouldn’t want to see a world without Augustus in it.

With his beautiful narrative style, John Green brings us a bitter-sweet tale of love, friendship, and most of all … life. Like a bitter medicine, it will make you shed tears while you’re reading it, and yet, when you’re done, you’ll find a peace within your heart. Hazel and Augustus’s story might not have a happily ever after, but it will surely leave you with a new appreciation for life.

If you’re still in doubt of whether or not to pursue this beautiful story, here’s an excerpt from The Fault In Our Stars to help you decide:


Once I’d recovered, we went inside and sat down on the couch right next to each other, the laptop half on his (fake) knee and half on mine.

“Hot,” I said of the laptop’s base.

“Is it now?” He smiled. Gus loaded this giveaway site called Free No Catch and together we wrote an ad.

“Headline?” he asked.

“‘Swing Set Needs Home,’” I said.

“‘Desperately Lonely Swing Set Needs Loving Home,’” he said.

“‘Lonely, Vaguely Pedophilic Swing Set Seeks the Butts of Children,’” I said.

He laughed. “That’s why.”


“That’s why I like you. Do you realize how rare it is to come across a hot girl who creates an adjectival version of the word pedophile? You are so busy being you that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.”

I took a deep breath through my nose. There was never enough air in the world, but the shortage was particularly acute in that moment. We wrote the ad together, editing each other as we went. In the end, we settled upon this:

Desperately Lonely Swing Set Needs Loving Home

One swing set, well worn but structurally sound, seeks new home. Make memories with your kid or kids so that someday he or she or they will look into the backyard and feel the ache of sentimentality as desperately as I did this afternoon. It’s all fragile and fleeting, dear reader, but with this swing set, your child(ren) will be introduced to the ups and downs of human life gently and safely, and may also learn the most important lesson of all: No matter how hard you kick, no matter how high you get, you can’t go all the way around.

Swing set currently resides near 83rd and Spring Mill.

After that, we turned on the TV for a little while, but we couldn’t find anything to watch, so I grabbed An Imperial Affliction off the bedside table and brought it back into the living room and Augustus Waters read to me while Mom, making lunch, listened in.

“‘Mother’s glass eye turned inward,’” Augustus began. As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.


If you want a novel of the perfect love story between two physically-imperfect, yet mutually perfect people, then this is the book for you. Yes, you’ll cry while reading it, because it’s impossible to not to cry, but it will give you a cathartic release. So grab a copy of this brilliantly written book and get sobbing … er, get reading!

Thank you for visiting. If there’s any book you’d like us to review, let us know in your comments. See you next time! J





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