ramblings

*some spoilers aheadThough I usually hate to admit it, there are plenty of times when I love a book that humanity loves. And there have been rare books which far exceeded the hype surrounding it (Ishiguro's "The Remains of the Day," Kawabata's "Beauty and Sadness," to name a couple). But this, I do not understand. I like the wittiness of the characters, but sometimes I knew that there was just one writer writing both Augustus' and Hazel's lines (and that's always bad; they have to be distinct characters). I appreciate the storyline, the twist, but they all kind of fell flat in the end. Chasing your favourite author who turns out to be a horrible person, only for him to turn good in the end; expecting to die and not wanting to really fall deeply in love because of the pain of one's inevitable death/absence and then having the other die on you: they all felt trite, and I felt cheated in the end. It's a light read, it's characters are smart and witty, the story is promising, some lines were meant to be "quotable" by people, but all in all, just another one of those run o' the mill young adult lit. As an additional note, I'd recommend "Where'd You Go, Bernadette" by Maria Semple over this. Not that they have the same storyline, but there is something similar between the two, and the latter delivers better, I think.