The Fault In Our Stars

The Fault In Our Stars

Paperback | April 8, 2014

byJohn Green

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Now a Major Motion Picture
TODAY Book Club pick
TIME Magazine’s #1 Fiction Book of 2012

"The greatest romance story of this decade." 
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-Millions of copies sold-
#1 New York Times Bestseller
#1 Wall Street Journal Bestseller
#1 USA Today Bestseller
#1 International Bestseller
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Despite the tumor-shrinking medical miracle that has bought her a few years, Hazel has never been anything but terminal, her final chapter inscribed upon diagnosis. But when a gorgeous plot twist named Augustus Waters suddenly appears at Cancer Kid Support Group, Hazel’s story is about to be completely rewritten.

Insightful, bold, irreverent, and raw, The Fault in Our Stars brilliantly explores the funny, thrilling, and tragic business of being alive and in love.

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Now a Major Motion PictureTODAY Book Club pickTIME Magazine’s #1 Fiction Book of 2012"The greatest romance story of this decade." —Entertainment Weekly-Millions of copies sold- #1 New York Times Bestseller#1 Wall Street Journal Bestseller#1 USA Today Bestseller#1 International Bestseller#1 Indie BestsellerDespite the tumor-shrinking me...

John Green is the award-winning, #1 bestselling author of Looking for Alaska, An Abundance of Katherines, Paper Towns, Will Grayson, Will Grayson (with David Levithan), and The Fault in Our Stars. His many accolades include the Printz Medal, a Printz Honor, and the Edgar Award. He has twice been a finalist for the LA Times Book Prize. ...

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Format:PaperbackDimensions:336 pages, 8.31 × 5.56 × 0.88 inPublished:April 8, 2014Publisher:Penguin Young Readers GroupLanguage:English

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from I love this!! I bought this book and I can't stop reading it!!!!
Date published: 2016-10-12
Rated 4 out of 5 by from great book i enjoyed the adventures of this book, the fault in our stars. there were happy moments, sad moments.. memorable moments.
Date published: 2016-03-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it so much!! At first I got the impression that this book would suck, but I was wrong! the story was very well written and I just couldn't put this book down! Though it did have its sad moments sad enough to make me cry. But also its happy moments. :] Overall, I highly recommend this book!
Date published: 2016-02-17
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Over-hyped I first read this book in 7th grade. I read it, and was swept away by the "OMGOD ITS SO SAD OHH AUGUSTUS OH HAZEL AHH THE TEARS" But I didn't even feel any sadness when The Part comes up lmao. I read it again last year, and it was honestly not that good. Funny, yeah. But I never shipped them. It felt forced. Even Hazel admitted it. I was never truly interested in these characters
Date published: 2016-02-10
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it!!!! I Love this book. Have your Kleenex ready. a surprise ending
Date published: 2016-01-04
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Loved it! I'm just going to keep this short and sweet, I loved it so much, I'm not quite finished yet, I have about 15 pages left but none the less I still loved it! I defiantly recommend it
Date published: 2015-12-28
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Okay. The title of this review is cheesy and I know it but I couldn't help myself, because this book was just OKAY. I didn't really love it or hate it. I don't understand what all the hype was about to be honest. It was well written though, but it's not one of my faves by any means. I would say people could give it a read over the summer or whatever but I would not tell them to rush out and buy it.
Date published: 2015-12-25
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it! Great Book. Would reccomend :)
Date published: 2015-11-20
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing John Green has outdone himself again! The fault in our stars is a book everyone should read!
Date published: 2015-09-25
Rated 2 out of 5 by from I expected more I thought it would be really good from all of the raving reviews and from how so may people loved it, but ultimately I was disappointed.
Date published: 2015-09-21
Rated 4 out of 5 by from I loved it! I bought this book, and read it within a week because i loved it so much!
Date published: 2015-09-20
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Beautifully Tragic. This books gives you a sense of deep emotional love while leaving a resonating pain for reality. One of the best tragic love stories ever written, John Green really knows how to get you emotionally invested in every letter!
Date published: 2015-09-19
Rated 5 out of 5 by from My Favorite This book is easily one of my favorites. I've read it more than ten times. I'm a sucker for a good cancer read though. I thought the storyline was very well thought out and the writing was excellent. If you haven't read this book already, which, unless you live under a rock I'm sure you have, it is definitely a must read!
Date published: 2015-08-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing Read! I am so glad that I picked up this book. It was funny, cute, heart-breaking and world shattering. There's always those books that stick with you and this is definitely one of them. The story was so compelling and amazing. The love between the two main characters is one that most people wish for and would cherish no matter how short the time together. I definitely recommend this to all the hopeless romantics and emotional saps of the world.
Date published: 2015-05-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from . Learning about death has given me inspiration to live.
Date published: 2015-03-29
Rated 5 out of 5 by from LOVED THIS BOOK! Loved every minute of this book, very emotional. So good.
Date published: 2015-03-22
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Will you see the faults and the beauty? This beautiful but faulted story comes with its own smiles and tears. You will find yourself reading and wondering why a page has drops of water on it. Tears. Augustus Water's has an eye for beauty. Hazel Grace Landcaster shares her opinion of death and oblivion. This couple fell in love in the matter of days (even if Hazel didn't admit this right away). John Green lets his reader see past the faults of character's and see beauty. Throughput the story you will encounter a bit of comedy, romance, an tragedy.
Date published: 2015-03-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from i love this the book is an amazing book. funny, romantic and sad. the author is an incredible author
Date published: 2015-03-17
Rated 4 out of 5 by from The Fault in Our Stars A lovely lovely story. A beautiful story about love found and lost. It will make you smile and it will make you cry. For people who love words strung together beautifully, this book hosts some of the nicest quotes that I have come across in a long time. Do not be turned-away because of the "teen fiction" label, I thoroughly enjoyed it as an adult. Though it is an easy read.
Date published: 2015-03-13
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Engaging read My sister and I decided to read this book simultaneously over the summer last year and we were both glad we did. John Green created a story that allowed us to visualize the characters and their lives in a way that connected you right away. Although Hazel and Augustus are teenagers, adults can relate to the very real circumstances as two people fall in love and deal with terminal illness, parents put on a brave face as they watch their children's health decline which no parent wants to ever do and we face the truth that no one is immune to the ups and downs of life. This was an easy read that kept me turning the pages to the end of this beautiful story.
Date published: 2015-03-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from best book read in so many years! five stars are not enough, I'm not sure where to start for this beautiful book. It has left me speechless and unable to write anything because I know anything I'd write about this soulful book would not do justice to the story. It's beautifully crafted with the story of Hazel Grace who has cancer and meets a guy Augustus Waters (another cancer patient) and they both fall in love. Although I knew the book would have a tragic end, still, the conversation between Hazel and Augustus kept me smiling all the time. It was heart-wrenching to know that they won't last but I still hoped of some miracle. I simple loved this book and would recommend everyone to read it--no matter if you read romance or not...just read it. It will make you cry and laugh at the same time.
Date published: 2015-02-19
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing Book When I bought tfios, I read it in one day. It is one of the best books I have ever read. Of course it's getting commercial and all because of the movie, but the book is still a masterpiece. Bring a box of tissues when you read it because you'll cry. A lot.
Date published: 2014-12-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Artist of the Written Word John Green paints a beautiful picture with his brilliant use of the written word. The event, while unlikely to happen in our reality, form a flawless story worthy of the Queen's eyes. Hazel-Grace and Augustus Waters are unforgettable. Their love is everything you could hope for and more. The movie, while great in itself, simply doesn't give the book justice.
Date published: 2014-11-18
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Beautifully Written... Speak|April 8, 2014|Trade Paperback|ISBN # 978-0-14-242417-9 Sixteen-year-old, Hazel is dying of cancer and is permanently connected to oxygen which she carries on a little wheeled cart behind her. She attends a Cancer Support Group for teenagers where she meets, Agustus, a seventeen-year-old male who is also dying of cancer. At first their friendship is just that, a friendship but over time they begin to fall in love and what a love story it is. They both end up reading the same book and are quite dismayed when the author leaves the ending to the story blank. It just about drives them crazy not knowing what happens to the characters in the book. Augusts and Hazel write a letter to the author asking him if he'll tell them his thoughts on the proper ending to the book. After much back and forth, the author finally invites them to come to Holland to find out. Augustus uses his 'One Wish' from the Wish Foundation to get him and Hazel to Holland for a 3-day trip to meet with the author to find out the answers they're both so desperately seeking. Hazel's mother will accompany them on the trip as a chaperone. Once in Holland their expectations are drastically altered and what they find is devastating to them both. This isn't what they signed up for and are severely disheartened. THE FAULT IN OUR STARS will make you laugh and make you cry. You'd best keep a box of kleenex next to you while you're reading this one. I read it in one sitting it was THAT good!!! Beautifully written.
Date published: 2014-09-17
Rated 5 out of 5 by from An Amazing Book! I read this fiction book after my daughter; who has cancer did. It was a great story that left me in tears a lot. I am not a big reader but I couldn't put the book down. It helped us both understand how some people feel and deal with cancer. Once I finished the book we watched the movie. I cried watching the movie too but not as much as I did reading the book. John Green is a good author and I look forward to reading more of his books. Taught me a lot about the word CANCER!
Date published: 2014-09-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from 5 for all the tears Okay, okay. I know this book is so much for the chicks. With after the so much hype I gave this book a go. But geez this made me fall into tears-after-tears. I do not usually read books that are intended for the YA group but this book by John Green gave me a little more different perspective and I thank hm for that. Now I might be bringing back my my inner youth in me. The characters are very relatable in a sense that you don't need to have an illness or imminent death to feel what they are going through. Perhaps this novel is a good read for all people to give them a glimpse of what its and how does it feel like living with cancer. Now I am looking forward to see other John Green novels. BTW: I did not like the movie adaptation. I did not cry as much as I did while reading the book.
Date published: 2014-09-10
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Made my girlfriend cry I didn't actually read the book - it was part of a series of bday gifts for the girlfriend. However, she said she enjoyed it and that it made her cry. So I think that's a good thing.
Date published: 2014-08-07
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Unforgettable This book is amazing, touching and life changing! It completely changes the way that we think of life and love. This book will keep you thinking about everything that you think you know about love long after you finish it. It's the story of two teenagers who learn to love each other, despite their difficulties and flaws. Read this book, and you will never regret it and you will never forget it. In this book the characters are not perfect, which is why most people who have read it can relate to it and love it. Overall, this book is an epic love story that, if you read it you will never forget it.
Date published: 2014-07-31
Rated 5 out of 5 by from so manny emotions! this book made me feel so many emotions! I recommend this books to everyone, guy or girl, adult or teenager! It's a really good book!
Date published: 2014-07-17
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Life Changing This book is something that will change your life forever. It teaches us that love is precious, it teaches us to appreciate life in a new way. This book is worth any price and I believe everyone should have a chance to read this. John Green is a genius. This book will make you laugh, cry, smile, and lie awake at night. It is definitely something you should read.
Date published: 2014-07-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Touching! I really enjoyed this book more then I had expected to. I've read many romance novels from adult romance to teen romance, but this one was different. It really did touch me in ways other teen romances haven't especially when Augustus begins getting really sick. I saw the movie and then read the book and there are things from the book that they changed in the movie but both are still good! It's not a book about cancer, but instead about a boy and a girl who have cancer and find each other at a cancer support group. Two very intelligent young people who fall in love.
Date published: 2014-07-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Beautiful This book took me 3.5 hours to read from start to finish. It was beautifully written and touched my heart.
Date published: 2014-07-04
Rated 2 out of 5 by from over-hyped book I felt this book was simplistic and actually not entirely realistic. It has a worn-out and predictable story line, and writing that is very basic.
Date published: 2014-07-02
Rated 1 out of 5 by from Over-hyped I was not a fan of this piece and the more I read fiction from John Green I come to realize how simple and utterly unimpressive his work is. He has a large internet following due to his success on youtube and that is all I can say about the success of this and his other works. The story was predictable and characters fell flat. The leading male, in particular was written with one goal and that was to be adored by the audience. Despite this being a "story about kids with cancer," but not being a book about cancer... there was a lot of cancer. You can put lipstick on a pig but it is still a pig. Well, you can put a love story in a book about kids with cancer but it is still a book about kids with cancer.
Date published: 2014-07-02
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Undeniably sad, but also beautiful and heartfelt The Fault in Our Stars is the story of Hazel Grace Lancaster, an empathetic 16-year-old girl with thyroid cancer. She has been battling the illness since the age of 12, and a new drug seems to have stopped the cancer’s progress. She needs to be hooked to an oxygen tank though to help her breathe, and she totes the device wherever she goes. However, illness has isolated her, and she spends most of her time at home with her parents. So her mother asks her to go to a support group for young cancer survivors, hoping she will make new friends there. That’s where Hazel meets Augustus, a handsome boy with grand ambitions. Their friendship grows into love as they spend more and more time together. They become obsessed with a book, An Imperial Affair by Peter Van Houten, and they wish they could meet the author in Amsterdam to clarify questions about the ending. Most of the time, they try to live like normal teenagers, but cancer cannot exactly be ignored… Hazel’s character is based on Esther Earl, an American girl who had thyroid cancer and passed away at the age of 16 in 2010. John Green met her at a Harry Potter convention, and they became friends. However, the author had already started working on a book about cancer before he even knew Esther. In fact, it took him 10 years to write The Fault in Our Stars. The idea came to him when he worked as a children’s chaplain in a hospital. In this capacity, he saw first-hand the ravages of cancer, and he wanted to write about it. The title of the book comes from a line in the Shakespeare’s play Julius Caesar: “The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars but in ourselves.” John Green disagreed with this statement, as he believed the world to be a very unjust place. The suffering and death of children in particular made the author angry. So he decided to address these feelings in his book. While The Fault in Our Stars is undeniably sad, it is also beautiful and very heartfelt. In addition, the fact that the story is told from Hazel’s point of view makes it all the more real to the reader. Unfortunately, Esther Earl never got to read the book, but I’m sure she would have loved it. Please go to my blog, Cecile Sune - Bookobsessed, if you would like to read more reviews or discover fun facts about books and authors.
Date published: 2014-06-27
Rated 4 out of 5 by from exceptional reading right here Really good story. You would never know that a man was the writer, because Hazel's voice is loud and clear. Green really takes you to a first look at what it is to be a youth with terminally sickness. He doesn't make you feel sorry for them (like you think you would). But you become so engrossed in their lives that you want to know more and more. Two great extremely likable and witty characters in fictional reading. Great chemistry together and the reader will enjoy following Hazel and Augustus. They are also hilarious yet real it's as if these two truly did exist. I'm looking forward to reading more of Green's book. I think I'm going to pick up Paper Towns.
Date published: 2014-06-23
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Powerful and Beautifuly Written! ** may contain spoilers** The Fault In Our Stars by John Green is a cancer story that is not about cancer, it’s really about the lives of some remarkable individuals who just happen to have cancer. Readers follow the lives of Hazel Grace Lancaster and Augustus Waters, along with their mutual friend Isaac, through their ups and downs. We get to follow their little infinity and learn just how powerful the word “Okay” can be. This is one of the most powerful stories I have read, and good news it’s coming out as a movie REALLY soon (Officially June 6th but I get to see it June 5th). You experience the highs and lows that Hazel experiences along with her, John Green writes in a way that makes the words come alive on the page. You get to travel to Amsterdam with her, and fall in-love with Augustus as she does — “It’s a metaphor” — the chemistry between the two main characters is simply amazing, it’s raw, and it’s real! But yet, it’s not a love story that would only appeal to girls, I know of many guys as well who have fallen in love with this book. This is one of my all time top ten books and I will give it 5/5 stars simply because I love it that much. If you haven’t read it GO READ IT, preferably before you see the movie (that John Green himself approved of) and let me know what you think! Thank you John Green for such an amazing and powerful novel! *warning make sure you have Kleenex as every time I’ve read this book I became a hot mess of tears*
Date published: 2014-06-13
Rated 4 out of 5 by from TFIOS! Best Book! The Fault In Our Stars is a very emotional book that is not like other books. The book is highly recommended by me to all the people who love reading books. Even if you're not a fan of reading I'm sure you'll like this book. This book is about Hazel (a cancer patient) that is insisted into going to a support group for teens with cancer by her parents. Hazel having thyroid cancer, has to carry a tank of oxygen with her everywhere she goes. The tank is attached to her nose so she can receive oxygen, since her lungs can't do that for her. This book has a lot of pros and cons that come with it. Even though the the book has one con in my personal opinion the book has way more pros to beat it. There are are a lot of pros to this book and some of them are: the book is a very romantic book if you're into romance, the book is very very very inspirational and one other major thing I liked about this book and you'll like is, the book has a lot of of twists and turns. Usually books like this end with a happily ever after but not this book. Im not going to spoil the book but the book is not normal. It is very interesting in its own way, which is why I love this book so much and why so many other people love this book so much as well. When I say love this book I mean I know people who have read this book 6 times. Thats how good this book is. When Hazel goes to support group she meets a boy named Angustus (Gus) who has been free of cancer for years but mostly goes to support group for accompanying his friend, Isaac.When Angustus and Hazel meet a lot of things happen in between them, that may or may not make them develop feelings for each other. For anyone out there that like romantic and emotional books this is the book for you. It will make you laugh, cry and maybe will make you stay up all night thinking about it. This book is so good that you might even hate it because of that.
Date published: 2014-06-11
Rated 1 out of 5 by from Awful This book failed all my expectations. From first hand experience of cancer it was terrible. I can't believe he did such an awful job. I would never recommend it to anyone.
Date published: 2014-06-09
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Well Written This book doesn't have an exceptional story line. There are lots of books about cancer where people fall in love and someone dies. What makes it different though is that it is so well written and John Green makes the characters very life like and likeable.
Date published: 2014-06-07
Rated 5 out of 5 by from beautifully written!! this book made me cry! at first it was because of hazel and augustus's cuteness together, but as i kept reading it was because of something else. no matter how much damage that book did to me, it also inspired me and thousands of others out there in the world!! i used to only read fantasy/adventure books but after reading this i got interested in other genres too and now my bookshelf consists of all kinds of books. i seriously recommend this book to any big reader out there; no matter what genres you're into this book will pull you into its fanbase. so basically, what i'm trying to say is this book is perfection, legendary.
Date published: 2014-05-26
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Fav <3<3 this book was amazing! the first half of the book was cute because it was just about the two and their relationship! but as you near the end you should definitely have like 5 kleenex boxes with you! but no matter what that book did to me it's still one of the best books i've ever read (if not the best). but what i especially liked about the book was that it wasnt really about cancer; it was more about hazel and augustus's love for each other. i'm usually into fantasy/adventure books but this book really made me start reading things outside my genre, and now my bookshelf consists of all kinds of books! john green really did an amazing job and inspired so many with that book.
Date published: 2014-05-26
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Here's a book for you, non- fiction fans! ‘Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.’ (Green, 189). This is just one of the great quotes in this amazing non-fiction novel, The fault in our stars, by John Green. 16 year old, Hazel Grace is forced to go to a support group. She’s had cancer for a while, but looks like it did her a favor because without it, she wouldn’t have met her new love, Augustus Waters. I really enjoyed reading this novel. I thought it was the by far the best book I’ve read this year. The fault in our stars is so interesting and it is filled with plenty of details. It was not hard at all to concentrate! I really admired Hazel Grace. She made people feel good about themselves and she was going through so much with her life, but she stayed strong the whole time. Cancer is a hard thing to deal with, especially knowing you won’t make it very much longer, but Hazel Grace didn’t show that. I would definitely rate this book a 4.5/5. The fault in our stars is not for younger children. I don’t think they would be able to really understand what it was about. I think anyone over the age of 12 should try reading this book. If you start you’ll never want to stop! I would recommend this to people who like sad, but romantic non-fiction novels. This was such a great book because it was so interesting and it was the type of books I like. I really think you should try reading The fault in our stars, by John Green.
Date published: 2014-05-21
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Yes, I cried The first two hundred pages or so is very much a light read, filled with happy times. While the last part...... lets just say to have tissues at the ready. I enjoyed the more realistic perspective John Green puts on cancer, and cancer survivors/ patients. I also enjoyed the funny parts in the book (I discovered you can be laughing with tears of sadness running down your face).
Date published: 2014-05-18
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing story I wanted to read this book before the movie came out, because I really think you can get way more out of a book then a movie. This was an amazing story, very touching and humorous! I highly recommend this book to anyone.
Date published: 2014-05-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from What a gem! I recently purchased this novel based on a suggestion made by one of my friends, and I am glad I followed her advice! This novel was full of rich description and surprising plot twists.
Date published: 2014-05-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from ABSOLUTELY GREAT! I read this book about a year ago, when it was just becoming popular. And I must say since then all I could think about was the book, how it was written and the story itself. John Green as since become one of my all time favourite authors. Its not only a teenager's book but an adult one too. I recommend it to everyone, and I hope they love and enjoy it as much as possible. NOW with the movie coming out I am counting down the days!
Date published: 2014-05-07
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Fantastic Read Brought this book on vacation with me, wanting to read it before the movie came out. Finished it in less than two days, then lent it to my cousin who read it one morning waiting for us all to wake up! Such a smooth read. I don't usually laugh or cry while reading books, but this one made me do both.
Date published: 2014-04-28

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CHAPTER ONELate in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the house, spent quite a lot of time in bed, read the same book over and over, ate infrequently, and devoted quite a bit of my abundant free time to thinking about death.Whenever you read a cancer booklet or website or whatever, they always list depression among the side effects of cancer. But, in fact, depression is not a side effect of cancer. Depression is a side effect of dying. (Cancer is also a side effect of dying. Almost everything is, really.) But my mom believed I required treatment, so she took me to see my Regular Doctor Jim, who agreed that I was veritably swimming in a paralyzing and totally clinical depression, and that therefore my meds should be adjusted and also I should attend a weekly Support Group.This Support Group featured a rotating cast of characters in various states of tumor-driven unwellness. Why did the cast rotate? A side effect of dying.The Support Group, of course, was depressing as hell. It met every Wednesday in the basement of a stone-walled Episcopal church shaped like a cross. We all sat in a circle right in the middle of the cross, where the two boards would have met, where the heart of Jesus would have been.I noticed this because Patrick, the Support Group Leader and only person over eighteen in the room, talked about the heart of Jesus every freaking meeting, all about how we, as young cancer survivors, were sitting right in Christ’s very sacred heart and whatever.So here’s how it went in God’s heart: The six or seven or ten of us walked/wheeled in, grazed at a decrepit selection of cookies and lemonade, sat down in the Circle of Trust, and listened to Patrick recount for the thousandth time his depressingly miserable life story—how he had cancer in his balls and they thought he was going to die but he didn’t die and now here he is, a full-grown adult in a church basement in the 137th nicest city in America, divorced, addicted to video games, mostly friendless, eking out a meager living by exploiting his cancertastic past, slowly working his way toward a master’s degree that will not improve his career prospects, waiting, as we all do, for the sword of Damocles to give him the relief that he escaped lo those many years ago when cancer took both of his nuts but spared what only the most generous soul would call his life.AND YOU TOO MIGHT BE SO LUCKY!Then we introduced ourselves: Name. Age. Diagnosis. And how we’re doing today. I’m Hazel, I’d say when they’d get to me. Sixteen. Thyroid originally but with an impressive and long-settled satellite colony in my lungs. And I’m doing okay.Once we got around the circle, Patrick always asked if anyone wanted to share. And then began the circle jerk of support: everyone talking about fighting and battling and winning and shrinking and scanning. To be fair to Patrick, he let us talk about dying, too. But most of them weren’t dying. Most would live into adulthood, as Patrick had.(Which meant there was quite a lot of competitiveness about it, with everybody wanting to beat not only cancer itself, but also the other people in the room. Like, I realize that this is irrational, but when they tell you that you have, say, a 20 percent chance of living five years, the math kicks in and you figure that’s one in five…so you look around and think, as any healthy person would: I gotta outlast four of these bastards.)The only redeeming facet of Support Group was this kid named Isaac, a long-faced, skinny guy with straight blond hair swept over one eye.And his eyes were the problem. He had some fantastically improbable eye cancer. One eye had been cut out when he was a kid, and now he wore the kind of thick glasses that made his eyes (both the real one and the glass one) preternaturally huge, like his whole head was basically just this fake eye and this real eye staring at you. From what I could gather on the rare occasions when Isaac shared with the group, a recurrence had placed his remaining eye in mortal peril.Isaac and I communicated almost exclusively through sighs. Each time someone discussed anticancer diets or snorting ground-up shark fin or whatever, he’d glance over at me and sigh ever so slightly. I’d shake my head microscopically and exhale in response.•••So Support Group blew, and after a few weeks, I grew to be rather kicking-and-screaming about the whole affair. In fact, on the Wednesday I made the acquaintance of Augustus Waters, I tried my level best to get out of Support Group while sitting on the couch with my mom in the third leg of a twelve-hour marathon of the previous season’s America’s Next Top Model, which admittedly I had already seen, but still.Me: “I refuse to attend Support Group.”Mom: “One of the symptoms of depression is disinterest in activities.”Me: “Please just let me watch America’s Next Top Model. It’s an activity.”Mom: “Television is a passivity.”Me: “Ugh, Mom, please.”Mom: “Hazel, you’re a teenager. You’re not a little kid anymore. You need to make friends, get out of the house, and live your life.”Me: “If you want me to be a teenager, don’t send me to Support Group. Buy me a fake ID so I can go to clubs, drink vodka, and take pot.”Mom: “You don’t take pot, for starters.”Me: “See, that’s the kind of thing I’d know if you got me a fake ID.”Mom: “You’re going to Support Group.”Me: “UGGGGGGGGGGGGG.”Mom: “Hazel, you deserve a life.”That shut me up, although I failed to see how attendance at Support Group met the definition of life. Still, I agreed to go—after negotiating the right to record the 1.5 episodes of ANTM I’d be missing.I went to Support Group for the same reason that I’d once allowed nurses with a mere eighteen months of graduate education to poison me with exotically named chemicals: I wanted to make my parents happy. There is only one thing in this world shittier than biting it from cancer when you’re sixteen, and that’s having a kid who bites it from cancer.•••Mom pulled into the circular driveway behind the church at 4:56. I pretended to fiddle with my oxygen tank for a second just to kill time.“Do you want me to carry it in for you?”“No, it’s fine,” I said. The cylindrical green tank only weighed a few pounds, and I had this little steel cart to wheel it around behind me. It delivered two liters of oxygen to me each minute through a cannula, a transparent tube that split just beneath my neck, wrapped behind my ears, and then reunited in my nostrils. The contraption was necessary because my lungs sucked at being lungs.“I love you,” she said as I got out.“You too, Mom. See you at six.”“Make friends!” she said through the rolled-down window as I walked away.I didn’t want to take the elevator because taking the elevator is a Last Days kind of activity at Support Group, so I took the stairs. I grabbed a cookie and poured some lemonade into a Dixie cup and then turned around.A boy was staring at me.I was quite sure I’d never seen him before. Long and leanly muscular, he dwarfed the molded plastic elementary school chair he was sitting in. Mahogany hair, straight and short. He looked my age, maybe a year older, and he sat with his tailbone against the edge of the chair, his posture aggressively poor, one hand half in a pocket of dark jeans.I looked away, suddenly conscious of my myriad insufficiencies. I was wearing old jeans, which had once been tight but now sagged in weird places, and a yellow T-shirt advertising a band I didn’t even like anymore. Also my hair: I had this pageboy haircut, and I hadn’t even bothered to, like, brush it. Furthermore, I had ridiculously fat chipmunked cheeks, a side effect of treatment. I looked like a normally proportioned person with a balloon for a head. This was not even to mention the cankle situation. And yet—I cut a glance to him, and his eyes were still on me.It occurred to me why they call it eye contact.I walked into the circle and sat down next to Isaac, two seats away from the boy. I glanced again. He was still watching me.Look, let me just say it: He was hot. A nonhot boy stares at you relentlessly and it is, at best, awkward and, at worst, a form of assault. But a hot boy…well.I pulled out my phone and clicked it so it would display the time: 4:59. The circle filled in with the unlucky twelve-to-eighteens, and then Patrick started us out with the serenity prayer: God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. The guy was still staring at me. I felt rather blushy.Finally, I decided that the proper strategy was to stare back. Boys do not have a monopoly on the Staring Business, after all. So I looked him over as Patrick acknowledged for the thousandth time his ball-lessness etc., and soon it was a staring contest. After a while the boy smiled, and then finally his blue eyes glanced away. When he looked back at me, I flicked my eyebrows up to say, I win.He shrugged. Patrick continued and then finally it was time for the introductions. “Isaac, perhaps you’d like to go first today. I know you’re facing a challenging time.”“Yeah,” Isaac said. “I’m Isaac. I’m seventeen. And it’s looking like I have to get surgery in a couple weeks, after which I’ll be blind. Not to complain or anything because I know a lot of us have it worse, but yeah, I mean, being blind does sort of suck. My girlfriend helps, though. And friends like Augustus.” He nodded toward the boy, who now had a name. “So, yeah,” Isaac continued. He was looking at his hands, which he’d folded into each other like the top of a tepee. “There’s nothing you can do about it.”“We’re here for you, Isaac,” Patrick said. “Let Isaac hear it, guys.” And then we all, in a monotone, said, “We’re here for you, Isaac.”Michael was next. He was twelve. He had leukemia. He’d always had leukemia. He was okay. (Or so he said. He’d taken the elevator.)Lida was sixteen, and pretty enough to be the object of the hot boy’s eye. She was a regular—in a long remission from appendiceal cancer, which I had not previously known existed. She said—as she had every other time I’d attended Support Group—that she felt strong, which felt like bragging to me as the oxygen-drizzling nubs tickled my nostrils.There were five others before they got to him. He smiled a little when his turn came. His voice was low, smoky, and dead sexy. “My name is Augustus Waters,” he said. “I’m seventeen. I had a little touch of osteosarcoma a year and a half ago, but I’m just here today at Isaac’s request.”“And how are you feeling?” asked Patrick.“Oh, I’m grand.” Augustus Waters smiled with a corner of his mouth. “I’m on a roller coaster that only goes up, my friend.”When it was my turn, I said, “My name is Hazel. I’m sixteen. Thyroid with mets in my lungs. I’m okay.”The hour proceeded apace: Fights were recounted, battles won amid wars sure to be lost; hope was clung to; families were both celebrated and denounced; it was agreed that friends just didn’t get it; tears were shed; comfort proffered. Neither Augustus Waters nor I spoke again until Patrick said, “Augustus, perhaps you’d like to share your fears with the group.”“My fears?”“Yes.”“I fear oblivion,” he said without a moment’s pause. “I fear it like the proverbial blind man who’s afraid of the dark.”“Too soon,” Isaac said, cracking a smile.“Was that insensitive?” Augustus asked. “I can be pretty blind to other people’s feelings.”Isaac was laughing, but Patrick raised a chastening finger and said, “Augustus, please. Let’s return to you andyour struggles. You said you fear oblivion?”“I did,” Augustus answered.Patrick seemed lost. “Would, uh, would anyone like to speak to that?”I hadn’t been in proper school in three years. My parents were my two best friends. My third best friend was an author who did not know I existed. I was a fairly shy person—not the hand-raising type.And yet, just this once, I decided to speak. I half raised my hand and Patrick, his delight evident, immediately said, “Hazel!” I was, I’m sure he assumed, opening up. Becoming Part Of The Group.I looked over at Augustus Waters, who looked back at me. You could almost see through his eyes they were so blue. “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.”I’d learned this from my aforementioned third best friend, Peter Van Houten, the reclusive author of An Imperial Affliction, the book that was as close a thing as I had to a Bible. Peter Van Houten was the only person I’d ever come across who seemed to (a) understand what it’s like to be dying, and (b) not have died.After I finished, there was quite a long period of silence as I watched a smile spread all the way across Augustus’s face—not the little crooked smile of the boy trying to be sexy while he stared at me, but his real smile, too big for his face. “Goddamn,” Augustus said quietly. “Aren’t you something else.”Neither of us said anything for the rest of Support Group. At the end, we all had to hold hands, and Patrick led us in a prayer. “Lord Jesus Christ, we are gathered here in Your heart, literally in Your heart, as cancer survivors. You and You alone know us as we know ourselves. Guide us to life and the Light through our times of trial. We pray for Isaac’s eyes, for Michael’s and Jamie’s blood, for Augustus’s bones, for Hazel’s lungs, for James’s throat. We pray that You might heal us and that we might feel Your love, and Your peace, which passes all understanding. And we remember in our hearts those whom we knew and loved who have gone home to you: Maria and Kade and Joseph and Haley and Abigail and Angelina and Taylor and Gabriel and…”It was a long list. The world contains a lot of dead people. And while Patrick droned on, reading the list from a sheet of paper because it was too long to memorize, I kept my eyes closed, trying to think prayerfully but mostly imagining the day when my name would find its way onto that list, all the way at the end when everyone had stopped listening.When Patrick was finished, we said this stupid mantra together—LIVING OUR BEST LIFE TODAY—and it was over. Augustus Waters pushed himself out of his chair and walked over to me. His gait was crooked like his smile. He towered over me, but he kept his distance so I wouldn’t have to crane my neck to look him in the eye. “What’s your name?” he asked.“Hazel.”“No, your full name.”“Um, Hazel Grace Lancaster.” He was just about to say something else when Isaac walked up. “Hold on,” Augustus said, raising a finger, and turned to Isaac. “That was actually worse than you made it out to be.”“I told you it was bleak.”“Why do you bother with it?”“I don’t know. It kind of helps?”Augustus leaned in so he thought I couldn’t hear. “She’s a regular?” I couldn’t hear Isaac’s comment, but Augustus responded, “I’ll say.” He clasped Isaac by both shoulders and then took a half step away from him. “Tell Hazel about clinic.”Isaac leaned a hand against the snack table and focused his huge eye on me. “Okay, so I went into clinic this morning, and I was telling my surgeon that I’d rather be deaf than blind. And he said, ‘It doesn’t work that way,’ and I was, like, ‘Yeah, I realize it doesn’t work that way; I’m just saying I’d rather be deaf than blind if I had the choice, which I realize I don’t have,’ and he said, ‘Well, the good news is that you won’t be deaf,’ and I was like, ‘Thank you for explaining that my eye cancer isn’t going to make me deaf. I feel so fortunate that an intellectual giant like yourself would deign to operate on me.’”“He sounds like a winner,” I said. “I’m gonna try to get me some eye cancer just so I can make this guy’s acquaintance.”“Good luck with that. All right, I should go. Monica’s waiting for me. I gotta look at her a lot while I can.”“Counterinsurgence tomorrow?” Augustus asked.“Definitely.” Isaac turned and ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time.Augustus Waters turned to me. “Literally,” he said.“Literally?” I asked.“We are literally in the heart of Jesus,” he said. “I thought we were in a church basement, but we are literally in the heart of Jesus.”“Someone should tell Jesus,” I said. “I mean, it’s gotta be dangerous, storing children with cancer in your heart.”“I would tell Him myself,” Augustus said, “but unfortunately I am literally stuck inside of His heart, so He won’t be able to hear me.” I laughed. He shook his head, just looking at me.“What?” I asked.“Nothing,” he said.“Why are you looking at me like that?”Augustus half smiled. “Because you’re beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence.” A brief awkward silence ensued. Augustus plowed through: “I mean, particularly given that, as you so deliciously pointed out, all of this will end in oblivion and everything.”I kind of scoffed or sighed or exhaled in a way that was vaguely coughy and then said, “I’m not beau—”“You’re like a millennial Natalie Portman. Like V for Vendetta Natalie Portman.”“Never seen it,” I said.“Really?” he asked. “Pixie-haired gorgeous girl dislikes authority and can’t help but fall for a boy she knows is trouble. It’s your autobiography, so far as I can tell.”His every syllable flirted. Honestly, he kind of turned me on. I didn’t even know that guys could turn me on—not, like, in real life.A younger girl walked past us. “How’s it going, Alisa?” he asked. She smiled and mumbled, “Hi, Augustus.” “Memorial people,” he explained. Memorial was the big research hospital. “Where do you go?”“Children’s,” I said, my voice smaller than I expected it to be. He nodded. The conversation seemed over. “Well,” I said, nodding vaguely toward the steps that led us out of the Literal Heart of Jesus. I tilted my cart onto its wheels and started walking. He limped beside me. “So, see you next time, maybe?” I asked.“You should see it,” he said. “V for Vendetta, I mean.”“Okay,” I said. “I’ll look it up.”“No. With me. At my house,” he said. “Now.”I stopped walking. “I hardly know you, Augustus Waters. You could be an ax murderer.”He nodded. “True enough, Hazel Grace.” He walked past me, his shoulders filling out his green knit polo shirt, his back straight, his steps lilting just slightly to the right as he walked steady and confident on what I had determined was a prosthetic leg. Osteosarcoma sometimes takes a limb to check you out. Then, if it likes you, it takes the rest.I followed him upstairs, losing ground as I made my way up slowly, stairs not being a field of expertise for my lungs.And then we were out of Jesus’s heart and in the parking lot, the spring air just on the cold side of perfect, the late-afternoon light heavenly in its hurtfulness.Mom wasn’t there yet, which was unusual, because Mom was almost always waiting for me. I glanced around and saw that a tall, curvy brunette girl had Isaac pinned against the stone wall of the church, kissing him rather aggressively. They were close enough to me that I could hear the weird noises of their mouths together, and I could hear him saying, “Always,” and her saying, “Always,” in return.Suddenly standing next to me, Augustus half whispered, “They’re big believers in PDA.”“What’s with the ‘always’?” The slurping sounds intensified.“Always is their thing. They’ll always love each other and whatever. I would conservatively estimate they have texted each other the word always four million times in the last year.”A couple more cars drove up, taking Michael and Alisa away. It was just Augustus and me now, watching Isaac and Monica, who proceeded apace as if they were not leaning against a place of worship. His hand reached for her boob over her shirt and pawed at it, his palm still while his fingers moved around. I wondered if that felt good. Didn’t seem like it would, but I decided to forgive Isaac on the grounds that he was going blind. The senses must feast while there is yet hunger and whatever.“Imagine taking that last drive to the hospital,” I said quietly. “The last time you’ll ever drive a car.”Without looking over at me, Augustus said, “You’re killing my vibe here, Hazel Grace. I’m trying to observe young love in its many-splendored awkwardness.”“I think he’s hurting her boob,” I said.“Yes, it’s difficult to ascertain whether he is trying to arouse her or perform a breast exam.” Then Augustus Waters reached into a pocket and pulled out, of all things, a pack of cigarettes. He flipped it open and put a cigarette between his lips.“Are you serious?” I asked. “You think that’s cool? Oh, my God, you just ruined the whole thing.”“Which whole thing?” he asked, turning to me. The cigarette dangled unlit from the unsmiling corner of his mouth.“The whole thing where a boy who is not unattractive or unintelligent or seemingly in any way unacceptable stares at me and points out incorrect uses of literality and compares me to actresses and asks me to watch a movie at his house. But of course there is always a hamartia and yours is that oh, my God, even though you HAD FREAKING CANCER you give money to a company in exchange for the chance to acquire YET MORE CANCER. Oh, my God. Let me just assure you that not being able to breathe? SUCKS. Totally disappointing. Totally.”“A hamartia?” he asked, the cigarette still in his mouth. It tightened his jaw. He had a hell of a jawline, unfortunately.“A fatal flaw,” I explained, turning away from him. I stepped toward the curb, leaving Augustus Waters behind me, and then I heard a car start down the street. It was Mom. She’d been waiting for me to, like, make friends or whatever.I felt this weird mix of disappointment and anger welling up inside of me. I don’t even know what the feeling was, really, just that there was a lot of it, and I wanted to smack Augustus Waters and also replace my lungs with lungs that didn’t suck at being lungs. I was standing with my Chuck Taylors on the very edge of the curb, the oxygen tank ball-and-chaining in the cart by my side, and right as my mom pulled up, I felt a hand grab mine.I yanked my hand free but turned back to him.“They don’t kill you unless you light them,” he said as Mom arrived at the curb. “And I’ve never lit one. It’s a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don’t give it the power to do its killing.”“It’s a metaphor,” I said, dubious. Mom was just idling.“It’s a metaphor,” he said.“You choose your behaviors based on their metaphorical resonances…” I said.“Oh, yes.” He smiled. The big, goofy, real smile. “I’m a big believer in metaphor, Hazel Grace.”I turned to the car. Tapped the window. It rolled down. “I’m going to a movie with Augustus Waters,” I said. “Please record the next several episodes of the ANTM marathon for me.”CHAPTER TWOAugustus Waters drove horrifically. Whether stopping or starting, everything happened with a tremendous JOLT. I flew against the seat belt of his Toyota SUV each time he braked, and my neck snapped backward each time he hit the gas. I might have been nervous—what with sitting in the car of a strange boy on the way to his house, keenly aware that my crap lungs complicate efforts to fend off unwanted advances—but his driving was so astonishingly poor that I could think of nothing else.We’d gone perhaps a mile in jagged silence before Augustus said, “I failed the driving test three times.”“You don’t say.”He laughed, nodding. “Well, I can’t feel pressure in old Prosty, and I can’t get the hang of driving left-footed. My doctors say most amputees can drive with no problem, but…yeah. Not me. Anyway, I go in for my fourth driving test, and it goes about like this is going.” A half mile in front of us, a light turned red. Augustus slammed on the brakes, tossing me into the triangular embrace of the seat belt. “Sorry. I swear to God I am trying to be gentle. Right, so anyway, at the end of the test, I totally thought I’d failed again, but the instructor was like, ‘Your driving is unpleasant, but it isn’t technically unsafe.’”“I’m not sure I agree,” I said. “I suspect Cancer Perk.” Cancer Perks are the little things cancer kids get that regular kids don’t: basketballs signed by sports heroes, free passes on late homework, unearned driver’s licenses, etc.“Yeah,” he said. The light turned green. I braced myself. Augustus slammed the gas.“You know they’ve got hand controls for people who can’t use their legs,” I pointed out.“Yeah,” he said. “Maybe someday.” He sighed in a way that made me wonder whether he was confident about the existence of someday. I knew osteosarcoma was highly curable, but still.There are a number of ways to establish someone’s approximate survival expectations without actually asking. I used the classic: “So, are you in school?” Generally, your parents pull you out of school at some point if they expect you to bite it.“Yeah,” he said. “I’m at North Central. A year behind, though: I’m a sophomore. You?”I considered lying. No one likes a corpse, after all. But in the end I told the truth. “No, my parents withdrew me three years ago.”“Three years?” he asked, astonished.I told Augustus the broad outline of my miracle: diagnosed with Stage IV thyroid cancer when I was thirteen. (I didn’t tell him that the diagnosis came three months after I got my first period. Like: Congratulations! You’re a woman. Now die.) It was, we were told, incurable.I had a surgery called radical neck dissection, which is about as pleasant as it sounds. Then radiation. Then they tried some chemo for my lung tumors. The tumors shrank, then grew. By then, I was fourteen. My lungs started to fill up with water. I was looking pretty dead—my hands and feet ballooned; my skin cracked; my lips were perpetually blue. They’ve got this drug that makes you not feel so completely terrified about the fact that you can’t breathe, and I had a lot of it flowing into me through a PICC line, and more than a dozen other drugs besides. But even so, there’s a certain unpleasantness to drowning, particularly when it occurs over the course of several months. I finally ended up in the ICU with pneumonia, and my mom knelt by the side of my bed and said, “Are you ready, sweetie?” and I told her I was ready, and my dad just kept telling me he loved me in this voice that was not breaking so much as already broken, and I kept telling him that I loved him, too, and everyone was holding hands, and I couldn’t catch my breath, and my lungs were acting desperate, gasping, pulling me out of the bed trying to find a position that could get them air, and I was embarrassed by their desperation, disgusted that they wouldn’t just let go, and I remember my mom telling me it was okay, that I was okay, that I would be okay, and my father was trying so hard not to sob that when he did, which was regularly, it was an earthquake. And I remember wanting not to be awake.Everyone figured I was finished, but my Cancer Doctor Maria managed to get some of the fluid out of my lungs, and shortly thereafter the antibiotics they’d given me for the pneumonia kicked in.I woke up and soon got into one of those experimental trials that are famous in the Republic of Cancervania for Not Working. The drug was Phalanxifor, this molecule designed to attach itself to cancer cells and slow their growth. It didn’t work in about 70 percent of people. But it worked in me. The tumors shrank.And they stayed shrunk. Huzzah, Phalanxifor! In the past eighteen months, my mets have hardly grown, leaving me with lungs that suck at being lungs but could, conceivably, struggle along indefinitely with the assistance of drizzled oxygen and daily Phalanxifor.Admittedly, my Cancer Miracle had only resulted in a bit of purchased time. (I did not yet know the size of the bit.) But when telling Augustus Waters, I painted the rosiest possible picture, embellishing the miraculousness of the miracle.“So now you gotta go back to school,” he said.“I actually can’t,” I explained, “because I already got my GED. So I’m taking classes at MCC,” which was our community college.“A college girl,” he said, nodding. “That explains the aura of sophistication.” He smirked at me. I shoved his upper arm playfully. I could feel the muscle right beneath the skin, all tense and amazing.We made a wheels-screeching turn into a subdivision with eight-foot-high stucco walls. His house was the first one on the left. A two-story colonial. We jerked to a halt in his driveway.I followed him inside. A wooden plaque in the entryway was engraved in cursive with the words Home Is Where the Heart Is, and the entire house turned out to be festooned in such observations. Good Friends Are Hard to Find and Impossible to Forget read an illustration above the coatrack. True Love Is Born from Hard Times promised a needlepointed pillow in their antique-furnished living room. Augustus saw me reading. “My parents call them Encouragements,” he explained. “They’re everywhere.”•••His mom and dad called him Gus. They were making enchiladas in the kitchen (a piece of stained glass by the sink read in bubbly letters Family Is Forever). His mom was putting chicken into tortillas, which his dad then rolled up and placed in a glass pan. They didn’t seem too surprised by my arrival, which made sense: The fact that Augustus made me feel special did not necessarily indicate that I was special. Maybe he brought home a different girl every night to show her movies and feel her up.“This is Hazel Grace,” he said, by way of introduction.“Just Hazel,” I said.“How’s it going, Hazel?” asked Gus’s dad. He was tall—almost as tall as Gus—and skinny in a way that parentally aged people usually aren’t.“Okay,” I said.“How was Isaac’s Support Group?”“It was incredible,” Gus said.“You’re such a Debbie Downer,” his mom said. “Hazel, do you enjoy it?”I paused a second, trying to figure out if my response should be calibrated to please Augustus or his parents. “Most of the people are really nice,” I finally said.“That’s exactly what we found with families at Memorial when we were in the thick of it with Gus’s treatment,” his dad said. “Everybody was so kind. Strong, too. In the darkest days, the Lord puts the best people into your life.”

Editorial Reviews

CRITICAL ACCLAIM FOR THE FAULT IN OUR STARS: “Damn near genius . . . The Fault in Our Stars is a love story, one of the most genuine and moving ones in recent American fiction, but it’s also an existential tragedy of tremendous intelligence and courage and sadness.” —Lev Grossman, TIME Magazine “This is a book that breaks your heart—not by wearing it down, but by making it bigger until it bursts.”—The Atlantic “A story about two incandescent kids who will live a long time in the minds of the readers who come to know them.”—People “Remarkable . . . A pitch-perfect, elegiac comedy.”—USA Today “A smarter, edgier Love Story for the Net Generation.”—Family Circle  “Because we all need to feel first love again. . . . Sixteen-year-old Hazel faces terminal cancer with humor and pluck. But it isn’t until she meets Augustus in a support group that she understands how to love or live fully.”—, a Best Book selection and one of “5 Books Every Woman Needs to Read Before Her Next Birthday” “[Green’s] voice is so compulsively readable that it defies categorization. You will be thankful for the little infinity you spend inside this book.”— “Hilarious and heartbreaking . . . reminds you that sometimes when life feels like it’s ending, it’s actually just beginning.”—Parenting magazine  “John Green deftly mixes the profound and the quotidian in this tough, touching valentine to the human spirit.”—The Washington Post  “[Green] shows us true love—two teenagers helping and accepting each other through the most humiliating physical and emotional ordeals—and it is far more romantic than any sunset on the beach.”—New York Times Book Review “In its every aspect, this novel is a triumph.”—Booklist, starred review  “You know, even as you begin the tale of their young romance, that the end will be 100 kinds of awful, not so much a vale as a brutal canyon of tears. . . . Green’s story of lovers who aren’t so much star-crossed as star-cursed leans on literature’s most durable assets: finely wrought language, beautifully drawn characters and a distinctive voice.”—Frank Bruni, The New York Times “A novel of life and death and the people caught in between, The Fault in Our Stars is John Green at his best. You laugh, you cry, and then you come back for more.”—Markus Zusak, bestselling and Printz Honor–winning author of The Book Thief “The Fault in Our Stars takes a spin on universal themes—Will I be loved? Will I be remembered? Will I leave a mark on this world?—by dramatically raising the stakes for the characters who are asking.”—Jodi Picoult, bestselling author of My Sister’s Keeper and Sing You Home “John Green is one of the best writers alive.”—E. Lockhart, National Book Award Finalist and Printz Honor–winning author of The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks and We Were Liars