The Fault in Our Stars by John Green
I would like to start this review out by saying that I have some major issues with the way that books get obsessively labeled and put into restrictive genres. This is especially prominent in the Young Adult genre. I think that there are many problems with labeling a book as Young Adult, and John Green’s “The Fault in Our Stars” highlights them. By calling a book “young adult”, you inherently alienate a large portion of the reading public that feels that they cannot read something that is meant for that age group, when in reality, many books put into this category are full of deep themes and issues that adults could benefit from just as much as “young adults”. Not to mention that fact that many of them (“Twilight” aside) actually contain very good writing. “The Fault in Our Stars” is one such book. Not only is the subject matter moving and deep, but the dialogue is punchy and immensely impressive. As an aspiring writer myself, I know how difficult it can be to write believable dialogue. And while some might argue that the dialogue is too smart and clever to be real, all one needs to do is watch some of John Green’s YouTube videos to know that he actually speaks like that himself. Therefore, it is believable. And even if it wasn’t, in this book I honestly did not care because it was just so fun and entertaining to read. If anyone out there has yet to read this great book due to embarrassment about the Young Adult label, you should try to push aside the over-labeled American mindset of the present and treat yourselves to a well-written, entertaining, and deeply moving read. Maybe it will even change your mind about the value of books that have had the unfortunate luck to be put into this overly restrictive “young adult” category.
REBLOG IF YOU LOVE HARRY POTTER, THIS WILL BE SCREEN SHOTTED AND SENT TO J.K TO SHOW HER OUR LOVE.
No story lives unless someone wants to listen. The stories we love best do live in us forever. So whether you come back by page or by the big screen, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.
I love this.
This is amazing. I actually started tearing up while reading it. Thank you so much for this.
Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?
We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.
They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to Middle-Earth.
Reblog if you actually like reading.
883. The Wizarding World always wanted Muggles to know about the Battle of Hogwarts, and though they tried sending subtle signs, none of them worked. They called upon an ex-Hogwarts pupil, one who was very gifted with words, to disguise herself as a Muggle and go undercover for perhaps the rest of her life. She would write the whole of Harry’s story, interviewing necessary characters, and writing it down in as much detail as possible. Even if it took 7 books. Joanne said she’d be delighted to do such a thing.