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Sixteen-year-old Hazel, a stage IV thyroid cancer patient, has accepted her terminal diagnosis until a chance meeting with a boy at cancer support group forces her to reexamine her perspective on love, loss, and life.
brnoze: This is a wonderful story with a great premise. A young adult who wakes up as a different person every 24 hours. The author drops into the lives of many different characters and we get to learn through the eyes of the main character A. This is a love story. a coming of age story and a fantasy of a very different kind. I really enjoyed it.… (lisätietoja)
Hazel and Augustus meet through a support group for teens with cancer and a romance blossoms between them while they struggle with ongoing health issues.
I think John Green's books are just not for me. I had previously read Paper Towns and hadn't been a huge fan of it, but I thought I would try this more popular work of his to see if I enjoyed it a bit more. On the one hand, this is a quick and oddly engaging book, but maybe it's engaging in the way a train wreck is -- you can't pull your eyes away even though it's terrible.
I find his writing style so pretentious, with characters who have affectations instead of character traits. (For instance, one girl is so much more sophisticated than the other residents of this town in Indiana that she speaks with a British accent even though she isn't British. Likewise, Augustus pretend-smokes by putting cigarettes in his mouth but not lighting them as "a metaphor.") The characters are primarily all snarky and full of biting quips, and anyone who isn't like that is basically a character that is looked down upon for their earnestness. There's also a pretentious author within the story, which just double downs on the amount of fake high-brow writing in which we have to talk about the representational nature of metaphor and etc. instead of just actually having metaphors and other literary devices to write eloquently.
The story itself is fine and hits on some real emotional resonance at times, but the writing style is just not for me. I do appreciate how the audiobook copy ended with an interview with John Green in which he mentioned the time he worked with young cancer patients and how that influenced the writing of this book. Speaking of the audiobook, I didn't love how rapidly the narrator spoke but otherwise she did a fantastic job of creating a number of distinct voices with different accents and a lot of passion. I think I would have liked this book even less if I had read the print version. I just don't get the hype. ( )
When I read this back in 2012 I probably would have given this a 5-star rating. But now having analyzed the contents of the book again (this time as an adult), I find a lot of its content to be really problematic and insensitive on many levels. Especially the scene in the Anne Frank House. It's disappointing as someone who was a big fan during John Green's youtube days. I just think there are likely better reads out there if you want to read about a story of teens trying to find love while fighting cancer. ( )
A little predictable, a little flat, but still a good read. I didn't dislike it. It just isn't one of my favorites. The two main characters, Hazel and Augustus, aren't all that well- developed. They also seem to be in possession of some fairly advanced vocabulary for kids who are so sick and have missed so much school - at least when they are conversing. But...maybe they've spent a lot of time reading while they've been stuck at home due to their illnesses (more than just that one book Hazel adores) and that could account for the breadth of their personal lexicons. The romance that develops between Hazel and Augustus isn't especially well-developed, either. It just sort of happens...really quickly. I found the novel to be a primarily dialogue driven piece - almost like a script. I would have liked a little more description so I could picture things in my mind more as I was reading. All that considered, though, I still enjoyed the story. It was a fairly quick read. Like I said, it was good - just not one of my favorites. I re-read books sometimes, but I doubt I would read this one again. I'm glad I read it, but once is enough. ( )
Tiedot englanninkielisestä Yhteisestä tiedosta.Muokkaa kotoistaaksesi se omalle kielellesi.
As the tide washed in, the Dutch Tulip Man faced the ocean: "Conjoiner rejoinder poisoner concealer revelator. Look at it, rising up and rising down, taking everything with it."
"What's that?" I asked.
"Water," the Dutchman said. "Well, and time."
-PETER VAN HOUTEN, An Imperial Affliction
Omistuskirjoitus
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To Esther Earl
Ensimmäiset sanat
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Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed.
Sitaatit
Tiedot englanninkielisestä Yhteisestä tiedosta.Muokkaa kotoistaaksesi se omalle kielellesi.
My favorite book, by a wide margin, was An Imperial Affliction, but I didn't like to tell people about it. Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book. And then there are books like An Imperial Affliction, which you can't tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.
It wasn't even that the book was so good or anything; it was just that the author, Peter Van Houten, seemed to understand me in weird and impossible ways. An Imperial Affliction was my book, in the way my body was my body and my thoughts were my thoughts.
There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. Got knows that's what everyone else does.
You are buying into the cross-stitched sentiments of your parents' throw pillows. You're arguing that the fragile, rare thing is beautiful simply because it is fragile and rare. But that's a lie, and you know it.
What am I at war with? My cancer. And what is my cancer? My cancer is me. The tumors are made of me. They're made of me as surely as my brain and my heart are made of me. It is a civil war, Hazel Grace, with a predetermined winner.
We live in a universe devoted to the creation, and eradication, of awareness. Augustus Waters did not die after a lengthy battle with cancer. He died after a lengthy battle with human consciousness, a victim—as you will be—of the universe's need to make and unmake all that is possible.
You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.
Apparently, the world is not a wish granting factory.
There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that’s what everyone else does.
Without pain, how could we know joy?' This is an old argument in the field of thinking about suffering and its stupidity and lack of sophistication could be plumbed for centuries but suffice it to say that the existence of broccoli does not, in any way, affect the taste of chocolate.
“I'm in love with you," he said quietly.
"Augustus," I said.
"I am," he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you.”
My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.
That’s part of what I like about the book in some ways. It portrays death truthfully. You die in the middle of your life, in the middle of a sentence.
What a slut time is. She screws everybody.
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I think John Green's books are just not for me. I had previously read Paper Towns and hadn't been a huge fan of it, but I thought I would try this more popular work of his to see if I enjoyed it a bit more. On the one hand, this is a quick and oddly engaging book, but maybe it's engaging in the way a train wreck is -- you can't pull your eyes away even though it's terrible.
I find his writing style so pretentious, with characters who have affectations instead of character traits. (For instance, one girl is so much more sophisticated than the other residents of this town in Indiana that she speaks with a British accent even though she isn't British. Likewise, Augustus pretend-smokes by putting cigarettes in his mouth but not lighting them as "a metaphor.") The characters are primarily all snarky and full of biting quips, and anyone who isn't like that is basically a character that is looked down upon for their earnestness. There's also a pretentious author within the story, which just double downs on the amount of fake high-brow writing in which we have to talk about the representational nature of metaphor and etc. instead of just actually having metaphors and other literary devices to write eloquently.
The story itself is fine and hits on some real emotional resonance at times, but the writing style is just not for me. I do appreciate how the audiobook copy ended with an interview with John Green in which he mentioned the time he worked with young cancer patients and how that influenced the writing of this book. Speaking of the audiobook, I didn't love how rapidly the narrator spoke but otherwise she did a fantastic job of creating a number of distinct voices with different accents and a lot of passion. I think I would have liked this book even less if I had read the print version. I just don't get the hype. ( )