I am about to read a book that I’ve been told is one of the most beautiful, heart-wrenching stories ever written: The Fault in Our Stars by John Green.
Summary from Goodreads
: Diagnosed with Stage IV thyroid cancer at 12, Hazel was prepared to die until, at 14, a medical miracle shrunk the tumours in her lungs… for now.Two years post-miracle, sixteen-year-old Hazel is post-everything else, too; post-high school, post-friends and post-normalcy. And even though she could live for a long time (whatever that means), Hazel lives tethered to an oxygen tank, the tumours tenuously kept at bay with a constant chemical assault.
Enter Augustus Waters. A match made at cancer kid support group, Augustus is gorgeous, in remission, and shockingly to her, interested in Hazel. Being with Augustus is both an unexpected destination and a long-needed journey, pushing Hazel to re-examine how sickness and health, life and death, will define her and the legacy that everyone leaves behind.
I’ve been told by many to have several box of tissues next to me when I read this book. I have to admit I’m hesitant to read something I know is going to make me cry. Why put myself through that? The last book I read that made me sob was Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Sirius’ death really did a number on me.
“But it’s such a great story! You have to read it,” they tell me about Green’s novel. Okay, okay. I’m not one to turn down a great story, so I guess I’ll head out to the store today and pick up a couple of boxes of tissues. Geez, the things we do for the love of a good book.
What was the last book you read that made you cry? Did you go into it knowing it was a tear-jerker?