My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations. That’s how I felt finishing this book. It just left me with so much to think
. Seriously my head was so full of thoughts I wrote this essay
First of all, Hazel. I liked Hazel. I didn’t get extremely attached to any of the characters, so I can’t say I absolutely loved her, but I liked her. She was sort of mild in my opinion. She wasn’t a hero. She was a girl living with cancer. She wasn’t depressed and she wasn’t ecstatic. She was just alive. And dying. But it was really interesting to hear her and Augustus discuss important things. I liked that they didn’t always agree.
Augustus was all right. As Hazel says, he’s not Prince Charming. But he’s wonderful anyway. I love how he’s all about the ‘metaphorical resonances’ of things. I love how he uses cigarettes without smoking. That’s just the sort of statement I might make. I like big statements.
As for his plot twist, it was sort of predictable in my opinion. But it was a big game-changer in how the story would end. I thought it would end on a Hazel note. It ended on an Augustus note. View Spoiler »Frankly, I thought she would die by the end or at the end. « Hide Spoiler
See my essay on my reaction to the ending. I’ve got more deep thoughts in there.
As for the lovely little Van Houten adventure…for those of you who don’t know, she goes to see her favorite author Peter Van Houten and is a rather unexpected visitor…I thought that was pretty important. It was more than ‘sometimes people don’t live up to your expectations.’ It was more like a huge dose of the truth. That was the side of humans that exists but we don’t often see. I liked it. I liked it even more that Hazel and Augustus moved on fairly quickly and had a lot of good moments in Amsterdam.
Augustus is a riddle. He’s romantic and philosophical and poetical and metaphorical. But at the same time, he’s just a boy. A boy with 1.4 (somewhere around there) legs. I didn’t fall in love with him, but I felt that he was right for Hazel. I didn’t fall in love with Hazel but I felt that they were perfect for each other, and that’s what matters. Despite Hazel’s mildness. It was balanced by Augustus’s passion.
Their friend Isaac’s role was important. Being dumped because he is blind. And then blindly egging her car. The promise of ‘always’ broken. You know what? To me, the promise of ‘okay’ is much better than the promise of ‘always’. Like infinities, some ‘always’ are bigger than others. But truly, I wish he had a happier ending.
I’m going to take a line of my essay to sum this up:
The story itself is utterly unremarkable. But its genius is that it gives one much to consider. What we are made of, and what we live for. Augustus wasn’t perfect and neither was Hazel. It wasn’t a love story and it wasn’t a cancer story. It wasn’t about blindness or even about insanity. It wasn’t about time or oblivion. Or the relative size of infinities. It was about everything and nothing. It made you think, that’s all.
In case you’re wondering, I didn’t cry. I teared up a bit. But I blame it on my overactive teenage hormones. Honestly, I wasn’t attached enough to truly cry. I blame it on Hazel’s mildness, Van Houten’s awfulness, Augustus’s normalness, and the number of deep thoughts in my head. I was too busy thinking to be emotional.
Very nicely described. I could see everywhere very clearly, from Hazel’s house to Augustus’s house to the park to Amsterdam.
I need a whole different page for quotes. See it here
. There are so many. Also, the quotes page offers deeper insight into my opinions on the book. It’s worth checking out.
The primary quote being, of course, “My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.” That little gem’s from Augustus.