In your own words, without memes, critique this book

One word
Trash.

I haven't read it but i did read Looking for Alaska

It reminded me that i am not a teenager anymore and that teenagers are really stupid

It's really good. Not unique. People hate it for the same reason they hated Avatar.

>shallow philosophical pondering
>title quote gets misinterpreted
>prose is some of the spongiest and least lyrical I've ever read
>dialog sounds stilted, pretty much only exists for the author to have """insights""" about life, not actual furthering of the characters
>exploitative tragedy porn
>romanticizes death
It's the literary equivalent of a mediocre college cover band playing "Don't Fear the Reaper."

It's not a good book unless you're a 15-year old American girl.

D+

Eploitative, simple, naive and literally for children.
If this is something you enjoy even as a so-called guilty pleasure, you should be ashamed of yourself.

It's absolutely possible for a book to be entertaining and uncomplicated without being drivel.

I watched the adaptation of this book in a one-bedroom apartment in New Orleans with a girl who was suffering from opiate withdrawals. The previous night I had fucked her and the condom broke, but she had been too drunk to notice. She begged me for painkillers, so I killed two birds with one stone and gave her a handful of aspirin. I had read somewhere that aspirin in high doses induces miscarriage.

She crawled to the bathroom to vomit and I followed her in with my guitar, where I sang into her ear and drove her crazy for the rest of the night. When the sun came up, I got her dressed and dropped her off at the airport, believing firmly that I would never see her again.

I actually read it, so here we go:
The main characters, Gus Whatshisface and Hazel "The Grenade" Grace both use a verbose, overly bloated language which is meant to show how mature they are because of their cancer. It really achieved the opposite.
The story is overall campy, but that's allrigt, it's a YA romance novel. Nothing to see here.
The deep thougts of the main characters are shallow (the famous eggs for breakfast quote) and add no value. Every "deep" quote could stem from the thread making them up right now on this board. Cancer is in no way described accurately. The disgusting parts are raced over at the end.
Anne Frank is shoehorned in because let's compare cancer kids to jewish Holocaust victims because both died untimely.

The guy who lost his eyesight is great. Van Houten mixing concrete whiskey with metaphorical soda at 10am is great.

Excuse the lax structure I had too much concrete gin and too metaphorical tonic.

Overall 6/10 if you're a young adult into campy shit. 4/10 otherwise because it had entertaining parts which bump the overall 3/10 up.

this is banner worthy lmao

>but that's allrigt
You can say 'all right' or 'alright' but this... this is the sort of thing I'd expect from someone who reads YA

la vida moderna

Jesus, relax. I'm a drunk German shitposting on a Mongolese bottlecap trading forum about YA fiction.

beautiful, user

>by featuring cancer, which was blowing up at the time.
>which was blowing up at the time

wew lass
really, how young do you have to think this way?

It was just... kinda shit.

I read it trying to get into a girl's pants.

Went in thinking that character X was going to die then it's revealed that character Y is actually going to die and then it's just super predictable with edgy quotes with a mildly heart-warming ending.

Like, the book explains that everyone has cancer so the ending is obviously going to include someone dying of cancer.

Actually gave it away to a female friend because I read it and immediately forgot about it.

Plus John Green comes off as super pretentious.

go on

”Why are breakfast foods breakfast foods...Like, why don’t we have curry for breakfast?”

>Some infinities are bigger than other infinities
What did he mean by this?

The book demonizes Peter Van Houten when he did nothing wrong.

belongs in that thread for "deep" quotations that dont actually mean anything.

I guess because the cheerios would get pissed off

It actually makes perfect sense. For instance, the infinity of positive integers is larger than the infinity of prime numbers :^)

Some jests aren't infinite

Aren't they the same size tho because, you know, they're infinite?

Childhood and teenage cancer is a tragic reality, and something that deserves to be examined in a YA setting. In fact, way back when I was a teenager, I read a novel covering this very topic about a girl with leukaemia. It was respectfully written, and I appreciated it.

TFIOS is just a YA romance with cancer tacked on for cheap dramatic effect.

Didn't read it, so I won't speak to the book but John Green believes in the Holocaust so his opinion will be discarded

this

my brother's favorite middle school teacher died of cancer before my brother even graduated high school, and it devastated him. it's a real issue.

that said, there is a difference between trying to write something that genuinely addresses said issue in an interesting way; versus cheap exploitation.

>spongiest
explain

nope

>”I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you.”

Its core problem comes down to the fact that its two protagonists simply aren't believable. They don't talk like people, none of the interactions they have are anything two human beings would really do.

I dropped it around 70 pages in for this reason, I just couldn't keep reading those dialogues. Nothing else explicitly bad jumped out at me, but it was fuck awful in that regard

Include a trigger warning next time, cunt

>“There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that’s what everyone else does.”

There are no faults in stars. They are gaseous, not solids.

A good like Looking For Alaska, a mediocre like Fault In Our Stars rest are unknown

havent read it; don't plan to.

John Green writes with clarity, and the content is bound to help kids dealing with cancer or really any problem as all of it seems just as serious to the adolescent mind.

I teared up when Gus died and that's all I remember about the book.

There is an infinite number of values from 1 to 2, and there is an infinite number of values from 1 to 3. However, the pool of values from 1 to 2 is half as large as that from 1 to 3, so the infinite number of values is necessarily larger in the latter than in the former.

You're both wrong. There's the same infinite quantity of positive integers and prime numbers (aleph null), and the same infinite quantity of real numbers between any two values (aleph one), but aleph null is less than aleph one.

This is why maths and lit don't belong together. Someone borrows a statement from maths, turns it into a metaphor, and then brainlets try to work out the mathematical meaning in their head (as if this helps them understand the metaphor) and screw up both meanings of the statement.

>t. master's in maths

>watch VSauce video on big numbers
>pretend to have a masters in math

The bits where capitalizes Specific Words to be funny reminded me of the Winnie the Pooh books, except Pooh did it better.

Think high school kid trying to write like NEETche. Instead of saying something new with each sentence, there's little 3-6 sentence cycles where each sentence is just a rephrase of the previous one. See
for an example.
This isn't a problem when it happens once or twice for emphasis, but most of the book is written this way. It makes the whole thing feel porous and flimsy. Like a sponge.

There's a lot of difference between being wise and being pretentious and Hazel and Augustus are the latter. I don't buy their dialogues because they are extremely ridiculous and cheesy and no argument by fans and authors can change my opinion because Green makes no effort in making the dialogues IN THE BOOK seem plausible. There's no reason for their large vocabulary and ability to spew long monologues IN THE BOOK and I'm analysing only the book nothing outside it, so why should I listen to an outside source? I've read Green's post on Augustus' character being pretentious and imo, he misses the point that his characters are not only pretentious; they are extremely unrealistic as well. Augustus' pretension is not "an intentional flaw", it's simply poor characterisation.

>someone calls Green on his shit writing
>"no, guys, it was just a character flaw, i totally meant to make my male lead sound like a bloviating idiot"

>Hazel and Augustus are the flattest cardboard cut-outs I have ever seen in any book. Both of them were like 60-years-old stuck in some teenager's bodies making them very boring and unlikeable. Hazel was such an annoying, stupid and pretentious Mary Sue that I wanted to punch her right in the face. One great example of her stupidity-

”Why are breakfast foods breakfast foods...Like, why don’t we have curry for breakfast?”

"A non-hot boy stares at you relentlessly and it is, at best, awkward and, at worst, a form of assault. But a hot boy . . . well."

Augustus and Hazel have the same boring, pretentious, know-it-all and indistinguishable personality. Hazel is the female version of Augustus (no, I’m not going to call him affectionately with Gus) and he is the male version of Hazel. These two characters meld together and have no depth at all. I couldn’t connect with them, I felt no pain and sympathy for them and they annoyed me so much that I wanted to stab them.

Romance It fell from the sky. Seriously, I don’t get what’s so “beautiful” about the relationship between them. They both fall in love within seconds just after laying eyes on each other ~love at first sight~ . The romance is undeveloped and it comes from nowhere. I was baffled when Hazel accepted to go to Augustus's house just minutes after meeting him. WHAT THE HELL? How stupid can you be? You fall for a guy's words whom you met just few minutes ago and agree to go to his house! What if he were a murderer or rapist?

Not to mention that the kissing scene in Anne Frank's house was out of nowhere and uncalled for. Anne Frank's house is considered to be a place of remembrance, a place where 2 families hid during the dark days of Europe. If anyone makes out at such a revered site, they would be kicked out regardless of who or what they are. People present around will be disgusted, they won't stand and watch much less clap for the "lovely" couple.

THIS

Aya is cuuuuuute

The short review i wrote when i first read it:
A good story that is bogged down by pretentiousness and 'deep' observations; a lot of nice moments are ruined with indulgent existentialist ramblings. Couple that with a decent cast of characters that somehow always have something witty to say.
John Green has too many opinions he wants to share, I think, every page feels like he's trying to say something insightful, and a lot of the time it comes across as forced
2/5 stars

>romanticising death
you say that like its a bad thing (even though the book doesn't even do that)

Most honest review here.

Not suggesting that anybody should read him though.

>then brainlets try to work out the mathematical meaning in their head
Is this how defeat feels?

Mostly agree, however it's not like she mert him at the gas station, they were in the same cancer group and had mutual friends.
This book might not be great, but that's the kind of thing a not too bright, sheltered, teenage girl might do.

Nigga that okuu

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Purple_prose

is this the one that starts out referencing Neutral Milk Hotel? I had a bad taste afterwards that i REFUSED to get out of my mouth out of spite.

Veeky Forums in a nutshell, but what can I say I have a normal job and read meme literature and genre fiction unironically.

There are an infinite amount of numbers between 1 and 2 (1.1, 1.11, etc). There are also an infinite amount of numbers between 1 and 10. One infinite is 'bigger' than the other but they're both infinite

It's written in a pretentious bland manner as were all john green books I've had the displeasure of reading

Veeky Forums supports purple prose

That's okuu