The Fault in Our Stars
“Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book. And then there are book which you can’t tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.”
Torn between these two feelings, I cannot contain my affection for John Green’s The Fault in Our Stars. How can a book about two teenagers with cancer not be about cancer? Simply, it’s not. It’s about two teenagers and how they love, how they live, and how cancer is a part of the equation but it’s not what really matters.
It’s about not being afraid of death, but understanding it.
It’s about fear, pain and love.
It’s about forcing the veil off the deceived face of optimism, but not resigning to depressive failure. It’s not all going to be alright, but it’s not the end. It’s part of how it’s all supposed to be.
It’s about a second chance and few steps back.
It’s about the choices we make to take advantage of opportunities that are set before us. It’s a reminder that life isn’t fair or perfect, but it’s consistent. Everything that lives will die, some much sooner than others. But it doesn’t mean a momentary life is worth any less than one drawn out.
It’s about letting go but not giving in, taking baby steps when we lack the strength to move mountains.
It’s about not letting what you want to feel or ignore interfere with what is really a movement of the heart. Ignorance is bliss, but love can be the sweetest cause of pain. It’s about willing to choose who may someday break your heart and loving them in spite of it.
“Some people don’t understand the promises they’re making when they make them,” I said.
Read the book.