I have an overabundance of obscure feelings right now. I find it very fascinating that the book is about teens battling with cancer instead of supernatural matters. The main character is not a Disney Princess, glamorous on the outside, or has the ability to exude a sense of beautiful tragedy through her affluent family. Hazel is a prosaic, yet extraordinary sixteen-year-old who falls in love with a handsome but problematic amputee who could not guarantee her a life long acquaintance. Augustus could, however, give her "a forever in the numbered days," which in all the ways surpasses the previous statement. What touches me the most about their love story is the simplicity within. "Okay" is their code of flirting, and an eye contact, a gesture, allows them to comprehend each other. They understand that they will die eventually, but they make the most out of their days, EVERY SINGLE DAY, even when Gus leads Issac to vandalize Monica's 1990 car (Love that scene, by the way). I also like Peter. Though Peter is apparently the antagonist, he is portrayed very realistically. There is no unicorn or rainbow boo boo in the world. Though cruel, Peter's reaction is not entirely unexpected. Plus, he sounds like a messiah to me, as weird as it sounds. He carries Gus' last message to Hazel, and he him self represents a deprecated self after the death of a loved one. I love how the story ends, and I wouldn't change a bit of it if I were the author. Most importantly, the Fault in Our Stars teaches me to live with no regrets and to make the most out of every situation, even the desperate, hopeless ones. A fight without trying is a dead battle. Gus maybe in a better place now, analyzing the words of every being, but his heroism carries on. He is a martyr on a glorious battlefield. I love him too.
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