Book Review~ The Fault in Our Stars

John Green’s The Fault in our Stars: The story is told by a seventeen-year-old cancer patient named Hazel Grace, who is forced by her parents to attend a support group, where she subsequently meets and falls in love with the seventeen-year-old Augustus Waters, an ex-basketball player and amputee.

Hazel and Augustus both share a love of books, so Augustus decides to take Hazel with him to Switzerland to meet their favorite author! Their happiness is short-lived, for many reasons. The author does not want to see them, and shuns them from his house. Also, Augustus’ cancer spreads from his leg to all over his body, giving him precisely 8 days to live.

This novel accurately shows the hardships and perfection of love, and the profound strength needed to cope with diseases, depression and death. John Green has made this book touch my heart, and I often found myself laughing and yes, crying, when Hazel does so.

I highly recommend reading this book!

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Showing Anxiety

I tapped my foot nervously as I waited for the smooth sonata to end. I kept on doing and undoing the bow at the waistline of my silky satin dress that I had on. “How long is their piece?”, I wondered to myself.
I turned and glanced over to my parents. My father looked completely immersed into the beautiful sonata, but my mother glanced at me and gave me a thumbs-up. That made me feel even worse. My heart clenched with fear. Enough with embarrassing myself, what if I embarrass my family?
“Shampurna, you are up!”, my piano teacher called to me. My head was pounding and I felt faint. I numbly walked over to the piano, sitting down slowly, placing my feet on the pedal. My long, slender fingers rested on the piano.
I took a deep breath and I played my piece.

I Am The One Who…

whistles the subtle tune of “Tomorrow” every night just to drive my family psychotic.

 

attempts to go vegetarian, but can’t, due to the fact that every Friday, my family serves a heaping platter of mouth-watering steak.

 

cherishes every moment that I feel the velvety touch of water on my skin at the lake with family and friends.

 

despises the crusty dried drool around my mouth every dull morning.

 

shivers at random times, be it hot or cold, allowing strangers to stop, stare, and gossip.

 

adores birthdays, not because I’m growing up, but because of the sugary cakes and the delightful presents.

 

listens to melodic music, usually The Beatles or One Direction, because I see and connect to things on a whole new level.

 

collects at least one stretchy knit beanie from every single state I visit.

 

decorates basically every single thing that is handed to me, from clothes to phone cases to school binders.

 

suffers in solitude, because I hate fake sympathy and unhelpful advice.