“Some war,” he said dismissively. “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.”
The Fault in Our Stars is a novel for young adults. The main characters are terminally ill - "cancer-kids" - and the story is very bittersweet. That is no doubt one of the reasons, why it is so popular (I would say along with the film adaptation). Besides it is very well written - as far as I can appretiate english writing.
You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.
What makes it so special (at least for me) is in the way how it presents the search for "meaning of life". When you are 16, you feel like the whole universe is in front of you waiting to be explored. You have plenty of time to decide what is important in life. But what if you knew that there is no bright future for you? That you might not live more than few more years? You start to think differently. You ask yourself questions you wouldn't else even imagine.
Dad smiled. He put a big arm around me and pulled me to him, kissing the side of my head. “I don’t know what I believe, Hazel. I thought being an adult meant knowing what you believe, but that has not been my experience.”
I feel like we so often postpone (or snooze like on an alarm clock) the difficult decisions. We count on the fact, that we can do it tommorow. That we have all the time in our hands.
I can start jogging (tommorow).
I can write to my friend (tommorow).
I can be better person (tommorow).
But what would our lives be, if there was no certainty of tommorow?
“Some tourists think Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth it is a city of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin.”
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