I wrote this blog entry just over two years ago. I wanted to share it with my readers again because of the amount of attention the novel, the movie adaption, and John Green are getting. I reread this posting and my admiration for John and his writing style remain consistent. To me, he is perfection; you read his books the way you fall asleep: slowly and then all at once.
If all the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players, then John Green’s authorship of The Fault in Our Stars has been my muse and excuse for arriving late for curtain call. This is my first experience with Green’s ability to transform my surroundings from white walls to deliciously radiant hues of adjectives and original word play.
While I dabble with the art of writing, the lyrical styling in which he fashions meaning from phrases and sentences is the craft. It would not be appropriate to lionize such a work by sharing my opinion of the plot as, “my thoughts are stars I cat fathom into constellations;” rather I will put on a gallery walk of the more effective and resonating verbiage found throughout The Fault in Our Stars that have imprinted on me.
“So I wasn’t exactly lying. I was just choosing among truths”
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