I'm writing this whilst it's fresh in my head, so bear with me.
This afternoon (Thursday 8th May 2014) I sat down and read this book cover to cover. It's just one of those books that, I certainly believe, deserves it praise. It's been on most must read lists for years and I just never sought it out. Until I was charged with the task of reading it by my friend/cousin/hairdresser [in that order], she told me she was setting me homework to read it, because I hadn't yet. So I read this on her recommendation.
It's going to be a movie soon and I don't know if I'll see in the cinema, I might wait until the dvd is out. I don't know how well it would translate as it's such an inner narrative story. Hell, it would translate really well to theatre. I just feel that the book is such an intimate thing, that I don't want to share it with strangers in a screening, to see it acted out would no doubt make me cry, and I do not like people seeing me cry.
Before I read it, I was scared it'd just be a cancer book with a love story tacked on, I'm not spoiling anything by saying that, it's on the blurb, but this is so much more than that. This is what life is about, being angry, idolising people and having them not meet expectation, disappointment and moving past it. Finding some way to joke about the bleakest of things, not allowing yourself to be defeated.
It wasn't until I'd finished, that I came across John Green's photo in the 'about the author' section that I realised how familiar he looked, and then it said he was part of the Vlog Brothers that it connected in my head. Accio Deathly Hallows, I played that so much when I waiting for Deathly Hallows to be released that I still sing it now.
This isn't a cancer book, this isn't a dying book. It's a living book.
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