Wednesday, June 11, 2014

The fault in our stars

This space has gone through a transformation; from a [i wanna be a blogger] space into a [i'll rant here] to just being obsolete [nothing].
No more sappy whines about my injury- healing takes time, end of story.

I've been re-inspired in more ways than one to just, I guess, get my life back together. I don't care to write you a pretentious review but I do however have the urge and love to only share what has illuminated my thoughts, and for the lack of a better phrase, "put the spark back into me". I hope my little rambles in this little space can inspire you, even if it's for just an hour


 If you're still here, stay with me for just a bit longer. I promise this won't be [just another] The Fault in Our Stars review. or well.. according to me it won't be because I wouldn't even call this a review, just my two cents.

Before I get into proclaiming my love for John Green's writing, here's a disclaimer for the present world of blogging; these are my raw and most genuine thoughts, money-free. unbias. That's my promise to you- you can quote me on that.

Like everyone else, I've heard countless comments about this book. With the handful of scattered out of context summaries of what I could vaguely pick up from my eavesdropping from street cafes; I quickly deemed it as [A walk to remember 2.0]. I did however give the trailer of the movie a go and was intrigued by the wit of the characters [yes, the smoking metaphor] so I decided I needed to know more about them. I have a weird pet peeve that I'm sure most book readers share; I always feel obliged to read a book before watching the movie adaptations, sort of my miniscule form of absolute respect for literature.

I couldn't wait another minute, literally purchased the e-book and got my reading adventure going. I was in absolute awe how quickly the words had captivated my attention. Before I could go any further, I realized I was at the end of the book.

Spoiling the book is not my intention so don't worry!

Much like Hazel, I too had a favorite book that ended too quickly, coincidence? perhaps
Hazel is to An Imperial Afflication
Tammy is to The Catcher In the Rye

I read the Catcher in the Rye in 2006 and it quickly became my favorite go-to book when I just needed some clarity, and to this day- it still is. I remember finishing the book and could never figure out why the ending fell short for me then.

To dramatize my reading process, I was in literary shock when Peter Van Houten aka fictional author brings up Holden Caulfield during his heated altercation with Hazel about  how he can't tell her what happens to any of the other characters just like he can't possibly tell her what happens to Holden Caulfield's sister. I remember being upset over J.D.Salinger's death in 2010 like it was yesterday. Not because I was blessed enough to know him personally to justify feeling hurt but because I felt like I had lost the opportunity forever to find out what happened after chapter 26. Did Holden Caulfield ever regret letting Phoebe take the risk and reach for the gold ring-aka letting her grow up and face the world and its faults too soon? soo many questions but no answers- like I would even be lucky enough to meet him then but you get the gist.

I haven't felt so connected to a character's experience for such a long time, surprised, is an understatement. I'm obviously not going through anything close to terminal illness, but I could empathize just like anyone else for the characters' predicament and learn a thing or two about living in the moment.

Don't get me wrong I fell in love with Hazel and Augustus love story as much as the next girl but I would say I was even more in love with the moral, symbols, metaphors, the incredible wit in the authors' words; and perhaps my favorite thing about this book was its' ability to indirectly answer all the questions I had for my favorite book.

What really teared me up was the reading of The Red Wheelbarrow, like Hazel; I, too had that poem memorized. It was for an English class that I started off hating to only be completely grateful for by the end of it. The class was taught by the same English teacher that we read The Catcher in the Rye with. He was easily the best teacher I ever had, he passed on in 2010 to terminal illness. I wish I had the chance to tell him how he had changed my life and put my life back on track at a point of young rebellious confusion.  Reading The fault in our stars gave me a strong rush of nostalgia for my favorite memories in English 10 with a teacher whose passion for literature is unparalleled.

See? Told you there was no spoiling, just literally my personal connection to the book.
So, if you've got some time, give this book a read:) I hope it captivates you as much as it has enthralled me. Now I'm ready to watch the movie:)


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