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322 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 10, 2012
"May I see you again?" he asked. There was an endearing nervousness in his voice.
I smiled. "Sure."
"Tomorrow?" he asked.
"Patience, grasshopper," I counseled. "You don't want to seem overeager."
"Right, that's why I said tomorrow," he said. "I want to see you again tonight. But I'm willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow."
And then we were kissing. My hand let go of the oxygen cart and I reached up for his neck, and he pulled me up by my waist onto my tiptoes. As his parted lips met mine, I started to feel breathless in a new and fascinating way. The space around us evaporated, and for a weird moment I really liked my body; this cancer-ruined thing I'd spent years dragging around suddenly seemed worth the struggle, worth the chest tubes and the PICC lines and the ceaseless bodily betrayal of the tumors.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars
But in ourselves.
Augustus Waters is my dream guy. Like, for real. As I wrote on an update: Screw all the Christian Grey’s and the Gideon Cross’, just give be Augustus Waters.
As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.
I was completely emotionally invested into the story. It’s not just the main characters that stole my heart, Isaac, the parents, even her damn tank, Phillip, did as well. It was beautiful, it was hilarious, and it was perfect.
"Maybe okay will be our always."
And so my hard-won cool image of a cold-hearted cynic has been saved by this line, courtesy of New Zealand's 4th most popular guitar-based digi-bongo acapella-rap-funk-comedy folk duo:Seriously, book, you know that most heartstrings cannot resist being tugged on in this fashion, especially when you are using kids who are off the charts on the precocious cuteness scale with all their precocious irony, precocious sarcasm, precocious world-weariness and precocious vocabulary.
Are you tired of reading the word 'precocious' yet? Too bad, since adorable and fragile precociousness is at the 'literal heart' of this book. That's what alienated some readers - but I'm a sucker for precociousness in literature; guilty, your Honor!------
Cancer in kids has been used as a tearjerker before. Google 'TV tropes Littlest Cancer Patient', please. Here, I will save you the trouble.You can see it as a cutesy young adult love story. You can see it as a collection of quotable lines clearly put into the speech of teens by the middle-aged author. You can see it as yet another coming-of-age novel (there's even a requisite trip/adventure in there, really). You can even see it as a book trying really hard to NOT be a stereotypical 'cancer book' - to the point where characters are stating so at length.
This is not a perfect book. It relies a little too heavily on tearjerking. Frequently, it gets to be a bit too full of itself, occasionally cringeworthy - sometimes to eye-rolling extent. But with the quotability factor and the smart precociousness still comes the real sadness and cuteness and feeling that clawed its way into my heart and made me love it despite the imperfections. Maybe I liked it because of associations and memories it brought with it rather than for its own merits - but hey, the emotions will stay with me for a while, whatever the reason for them may be.
“The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, because there was no longer anyone to remember with. It felt like losing your co-rememberer meant losing the memory itself, as if the things we'd done were less real and important than they had been hours before.”
There is only one thing in this world shittier than biting it from cancer when you’re sixteen, and that’s having a kid who bites it from cancer
”I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence”
”Love is keeping the promise anyway”
And of course, if you ever do decide to write anything else, even if you don’t want to publish it, I’d love to read it. Frankly, I’d read your grocery list.
”Oh my God, stop flirting with me!. We both know that okay is a very flirty word. Okay is BURSTING with sensuality”.
”It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you”.
”The world is not a wish-granting factory”.
”You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.”.
"Okay, maybe I’m not such a shitty writer. But I can’t pull my ideas together,ولنبدأ بإنطباعي الأول
My Thoughts are stars,I can't fathom into Constellations"
I was thinking about the universe wanting to be noticed, and how I had to notice it as best I could. I felt that I owed a debt to the universe that only my attention could repay....
كنت أفكر في أن الكون يريد ان نلاحظه ونشعر به ، وانه يجب عليّ أن اتأمله بكل جهدي واستطاعتي، شعرت انني مُدينه للكون وفقط بانتباهي له وتأمله استطيع رد هذا الدين.."
ِ"An Imperial Affliction"
وتدور احداثها حول آنـّا ، فتاة في السادسه عشر من عمرها ، مصابة بسرطان ايضا ، ولكن ميزة تلك الرواية انها ليست كالروايات التقليدية ، ولكنها مختلفة فالبطلة تحكي الالم بواقعية ، ولانها لا تحب الكلاشيهات.. ولديها حس ساخر فانها تنشئ جمعية ليس للسرطان وانما للكوليرا !!! ، المهم والدتها ، والتي هي عائلتها الوحيدة ، تتعرف علي رجل هولندي ثري يبدو محترما ، يعرض علي والدتها الزواج والتكفل بعلاج افضل لآنـّا ، ولكن آنـّا تشك في انه رجل عصابات ..وتدور الايام وتبدأ الاستعدادات لزواج والدتها و
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“Kids!” Julie shouted vaguely.
“I can only hope,” Julie said, turning back to Gus, “they grow into the kind of thoughtful, intelligent young men you’ve become.”
I resisted the urge to audibly gag. “He’s not that smart,” I said to Julie.
“She’s right. It’s just that most really good-looking people are stupid, so I exceed expectations.”
“Right, it’s primarily his hotness,” I said.
“It can be sort of blinding,” he said.
“It actually did blind our friend Isaac,” I said.
“Terrible tragedy, that. But can I help my own deadly beauty?”
“It is my burden, this beautiful face.”
“Not to mention your body.”
“Seriously, don’t even get me started on my hot bod. You don’t want to see me naked, Dave. Seeing me naked actually took Hazel Grace’s breath away,” he said, nodding toward the oxygen tank.