The book takes the reader on an emotional tour de force, you have to laugh at the same time and cry, oscillates between hope and disappointment, pity and anger, as well as the knowledge that there can be no happy ending, makes the emotional roller coaster is not gentle.
And yet you will not shake the feeling that something is wrong. Although John Green can confidently plunges us into the emotional world of young people, the dialogues for my taste are but choreographed to perfection: Each set a punch line, even if you just woke up in the ICU, each Flirt an intellectual banter, all underpinned philosophically, parents always a mental and emotional step ahead.
This contrast also hardly come about her role as almost pitiful stooges who seem to cope with the situation is much less than their children. Others are reduced to caricatures as Patrick, the head of the support group, or even Peter van Houten, the author of Hazel's favorite book, which, when she finally meets him, turned out to be an alcoholic misanthrope. Perhaps this is due to the fact oversubscription that "The Fault in Our Stars" is written but rather for young people; for me, which I unfortunately no longer am having the enjoyment of this otherwise great book somewhat subdued.
