Quirky Reads: The Fault in Our Stars

Rachie's Musings on: The Fault in Our Stars

When The Fault In Our Stars was published in 2012, I was still at uni and in my ‘not reading books unless it is to quote and stick in an essay/dissertation’ phase so this little beauty passed me by.

As time went on I became aware of its existence because it was being turned into a movie. Despite being aware of the ending in advance because….the internet exists, I decided I wanted to read the book before seeing the film just to see what all the fuss was about.

I read the book in three days, only putting it down to sleep because my eyes couldn’t stay open any more, I was gripped straight away.

On first impressions you’d probably think it’s a teenage love story but The Fault In Our Stars is so much more than that. Not only is it laugh out loud funny, witty and heart-breaking all at once, but it’s also honest. Life isn’t always fair and it doesn’t always work out the way we hope it will and The Fault In Our Stars isn’t afraid to hit you right in the face with that.

The Fault In Our Stars also reminds me that just because the odds are against you doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy and cherish every second life gives you.

I’ve deliberately tried not to go into much detail on the story because a) the internet exists and I’d simply be reiterating what already exists and b) I’d be taking away the joy of reading the story for yourself from anyone who hasn’t read it.

Now that I’ve read the book, I finally got round to watching the film, not so I could compare the two but just to see it brought to life and the characters were just like I pictured them in my head, that almost never happens! :-)

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