I should know better by now, but apparently, I haven’t learned my lesson. The crazy, insanely popular young adult novels are not for me. I didn’t get into the whole Harry Potter mess, but I’ve fallen into much worse.
Read Twilight they said. It’ll be fun they said. That was four novels of words I can’t unsee and am somewhat mystified as to why those creatures were even categorized as vampires. Want Vampires? Go read Dracula.
Read The Hunger Games they said. It’ll be fun they said. This was a little bit better. However, let’s be honest. If the Capitol was as evil and corrupt as they are made out to be, they wouldn’t have kept inventing ways to toss Kat in the game, they would have just straight up killed her. However, that would not have made for a very good multi-book series or movies. Another bonus on this one? Nobody freakin’ sparkled.
I recently read The Fault in Our Stars. Ugh…
Overall, I found it predictable. Hazel is obsessed with a book about a girl her age with cancer like her written by a recluse. Oh, the author lives in the Amsterdam? Oh gee, wonder where Hazel is going to go? Yes, Miami! No, silly, she goes to Amsterdam to find the author guy. Surprise, he is a miserable drunk trying to drink his past away. What past…surprise, his daughter died of <wait for it> cancer.
Even the twists were predictable. Issac’s girlfriend dumps him around the time he loses his working eye and is totally blind despite promising to be there always. Hazel seems like the most likely character to kick the bucket while Gus seems like the most likely to survive. What a twist it would be to flip flop those! Yep, Gus bites it and Hazel goes on despite a somewhat dramatic hospital episode.
Apparently, John Green (the author for those of you following along) worked as a Chaplin in a children’s hospital/cancer ward. He must have found a deeper maturity or something while working there. Thankfully, I only know a few people with children fighting childhood cancers. However, I did take care of my grandmother during her battle with cancer so my exposure to the disease isn’t entirely baseless.
I’m sure children and teens with terminal illness have to grow up much faster than their otherwise healthy peers; however, I think Green goes overboard with the maturity level for Hazel and Gus. It’s almost as if they can’t be bothered with their illness because they are so intellectually above it all. However, it is their illness that motivates and drives them to their decisions and actions. I didn’t feel any typical teenager emotions or reactions from them. Even when they do break down, it is because they feel like someone else is being hurt. Again, terminal children/teens might have a higher sense of selflessness, but I imagine there would still be some foot-stomping-this-isn’t-fair-why-me sort of reactions.
The plan was for my sister and I to read the book and then go see the movie. Well, we finished the book and neither one of us seems overly excited about making it to the theater to see the movie.
I’m sure there are plenty of people out there who liked the books I mentioned in this post. Send me hate mail if you wish. Just remember, I’m saying I didn’t like them. You are more than welcome to like whatever sparkly novels you want. 😉