The Fault in Our Stars

I finished reading The Fault in Our Stars this afternoon.

The moment I closed the book, I found myself immersed in it deeper than ever. The story is so amazingly beautiful that I find myself looking back again and again after I've finished reading it.

The book made cancer seem like it's not that scary after all. And that even with cancer people can still live on amazingly and bravely. Even with cancer people can have dreams and love. And eventually you realise that cancer only makes people stronger, not weaker.

I love the book. I love the story. I love the characters. I love the development. I love the ending. I love the words. There were a lot of vocabulary I didn't know about, and I obviously didn't have the patience to check up each and every meaning. I lived with it. It was amazing. Despite not knowing what it means sometimes. Because things may get worse if you look at it from a clearer view.

To end it off with an excerpt I like a lot:

""There will come a time," I said, "when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this" - I gestured encompassingly - "will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that's what everyone else does.""