Okay, so I put reading this book off for too long. What can I say? cancer books aren't really my thing, though there are a few that I've enjoyed in the past. That said, my issue with cancer books is that I'm tired of the I-just-fell-in-love-for-the-first-time-but-OMG-I'm-dying-of-cancer-life-can-be-so-cruel type books. I mean, how difficult is it to write tragedy porn? That crap writes itself, amirite?
I was not going to read this book. Ever. As you can see, I finally caved, but only because it's written by John Green and I figured it can't be all that bad even though his stories are pretty formulaic. But still, I like his style.
What can I say about this book that hasn't been said by every other reviewer? The answer is nothing. 3.5 stars but I rounded it up to 4 because John Green did a lot of research, spent something like 9 years trying to get the story just right, and even went to Amsterdam.
P.S. I'm never going to see the movie, though, because I cannot bear the thought of being stuck in a theater full of weepy teenagers and grown women. I don't put up with that crap.