January 28, 2013
Yep, epically bad idea
When I first bought The Fault in Our Stars, it was simply because I had great admiration for the author and wanted to show my support. I had heard from a lot of people that it was very well-written and that he was known for breaking hearts with his words. These people were not wrong. It's no secret (to those that know me off of the Internets) that someone that I loved very much was beaten by cancer. She was young and vibrant and simply Jessica. I've read other books about cancer and each of them has stabbed at me in differing ways. This one focused on the dying part of cancer and not really the fighting part. Yes, there was the "battle with cancer" aspect but the main character has terminal cancer and she knows that she is simply biding time. She's accepted her fate. I did cry while reading this book. All I could think about were those short yet endless months of my friend's last days and how at the end it wasn't really a fight anymore. She had accepted her fate. It wasn't so easy for the rest of us. Still isn't.
Oh the review. The book was excellent. I highly recommend it but I do caution that it will cause you to feel.
The next book in the rotation is a Victorian murder mystery with a bewitching love story (or so the back of the book says). I chose it because there's a dude with a top hat on the cover. I'm a sucker for top hats. The book is The Meaning of Night: A Confession by Michael Cox.