For some reason I have a snobbery about best sellers. If everyone loves the book, it must be just populist crap. So I hold out reading my literary novels. Then, months later I end up picking up the book and love it. Why do I not learn?
How many displays of John Green books have I walked by? Young adult fiction – I don’t want to read that. Why would I want to read about teenagers?
On the weekend I noticed The Fault In Our Stars in my local library. It’s amazing how my standards lower when the book is free. I picked it up figuring I might give it a shot if I had some free time. That night I had finished my previous book and I wanted something less dramatic.
24 hours later I emerged from my bubble when I finished the book. Oh my goodness, now I understand why so many people loved this book. It’s not that the plot is so unexpected. It’s not that the characters are so unusual. It’s just a really well written, lovely story. The only time I slowed down in the book was about 30 pages from the end when the sadness just overwhelmed me and I needed some fresh air.
Yes, this is a young adult book about teenagers, but I don’t think it’s just for young adults. This is a wonderful book in which to get completely lost.