Let me be honest: I did not cry while I was reading this book, and I also didn't cry when I finished reading it. Why, you might ask. The answer is pretty simple. The story was a little too cliché. It was too obviously sentimental, too destined to become a tear jerker, and let's face it, it was pretty predictable, too. In spite of these, to me, obvious flaws, it's also a bitter-sweet story of being young and in love, while battling one of the nastiest diseases that we can face: terminal cancer. The description of the young protagonists hopes, dreams and fears, as they go through the motions, seem real. Obviously, it's largely thanks to John Green's quirky, witty and young writing style, that makes the characters come alive and feel real; and it's difficult NOT to feel sympathy towards them and the cast of characters that you are introduced to in the sidelines of the story. Surely they will all remain alive in your memory long after you put the book down. This book, and it's characters, ARE memorable, and for this reason alone [b:The Fault in Our Stars|11870085|The Fault in Our Stars|John Green|http://d.gr-assets.com/books/1360206420s/11870085.jpg|16827462] deserve 4 solid stars and not fall into oblivion.** I'm rounding it up a bit, if GR would have let me I would have given this book 3.5 stars.
This review has also been posted on my blog.
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