Thursday, 24 October 2013

The Fault In Our Stars. Metaphor love.

Henri, there might be a book which makes you loose all sense of reality and truth and make you long for the book to never end. Then there are books which makes you rethink your entire existence and then after you finish you the book you realize that all that is left of you is a hollow empty shell that you cannot see filling up in the near future.
And then there is The Fault in Our Stars.
*Might Contain Spoilers*
I have written and erased this line so much. I know I tend to exaggerate a lot and the expression of my affection for things is rather alarming to some people, but when I say TFIOS is the book that makes you laugh, cry and then makes you want to curl up and continue crying and then you re read it again, repeating the same cycle of crying and laughing over and over again, then I'm not exaggerating.
It is hard not to fall in love with TFIOS. At first you'd be all, 'Oh it's another brave cancer kid surviving story' But then comes the Top Graduate in The Department Of Crooked Smiles, Augustus Waters.
The book is a love story. It is a love story in the truest sense. It has romance, foreign trips, and a tragedy. It happens to feature cancer ridden humans, but it is not a cancer story.
The Brilliant John Green writes about death in a frank, unapologetic manner which is highly refreshing and deeply profound at the same time.
He makes you fall in love with the characters slowly, slowly and then all at once ( if you have read TFIOS you would know the reference).
The Brilliant John Green is so Brilliant that he creates a work of fiction in a work of fiction then uses quotes from the former work of fiction in the latter work of fiction. 
Sample this: That's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt.
If your mind isn't blown away by this then there is something fundamentally wrong with you.
TFIOS is filled with quotes that make you want to stop and put down the book and scream at the mere awesomeness of it all. 
Sample this: My thoughts are stars that I can't fathom into constellations.
The Brilliant John Green veers the book from sweetly romantic to Gut Wrenchingly, Hysterical Tears Inducing and Overwhelming Depression Engulfing Every Pore of Your Body tale.
He doesn't conform to the conventional norms of this genre, where the dying person keeps their hopes and good spirits up until the point they stop, to quote from TFIOS, suffering from Personhood (seriously, it is brilliant).
I have read it countless times now, and I still face the same above stated reaction while reading the book. It is beautiful and powerful.
If you're still not motivated enough to read that book, Henri, then you're a soulless monster.
Just kidding, you're a part of my imagination, OFCOURSE you love TFIOS.
Till the next time
River Targaryen

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