“Why are you looking at me like that?”
Augustus half smiled. “Because you’re beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people…”
Okay, so I understand why there’s so much crazy stuff going on concerning this book, including broken hearts, tears, and long-term trauma, but is The Fault in Our Stars worth all the fuss?
This much-loved novel follows the story of one Hazel Grace, diagnosed with cancer, who has all but given up on ever living a normal life―or living at all for that matter. But then she meets (surprise surprise) Augustus Waters! True to his male protagonist stereotype, Augustus enlightens Hazel to a world where being alive is worth it. He is charming, funny, and of course, HANDSOME. Then comes an epic twist and BANG CRASH SHOCK HORROR, the tables turn and Augustus is the one fighting for his life. Hazel realises how quickly life can be snatched away, and learns to appreciate the small infinities in her world.
So first of all, I would like to point out some obvious flaws. Augustus. Waters. Who the hell names the main character Augustus Waters? It’s just one of those names that are so obviously good, and kind, and nice-guy. Cliché. That’s the word I’m looking for. Cliché. Augustus is so deep, and has a mature view of the world, and is so freaking hot that it’s like John Green plucked him right from the middle of Generic Character town. His character applies nearly every clichéd pick-up line in order to win Hazel’s affection, and what surprises me is that it worked. Personally, if I found a guy staring at me for an extended period of time, it would make me uncomfortable. Granted, Augustus is eye-candy, but there’s a little too much EYE going on here, and not enough candy, so to speak.
And then comes the horrible plot twist. Augustus’ cancer returns and he DIES. Yes, it’s sad. Yes, it’s heartbreaking when a main character dies. The only mistake in this twist is that it is too predictable. This story is obviously not going to have a happy ending merely because the main couple seem to be perfect. Of course something has to happen to tear them apart, or else why are we reading? Although tear-jerking, Augustus’ death was expected, and this greatly influenced how I viewed the rest of the book.
My final verdict: The Fault in Our Stars, although highly commended for creating lovable characters that provide useful insight to readers, is full of clichés and follows a very generic plot line, bringing me to finish the book unsatisfied and slightly disappointed. This book has become something of a classic, but in my eyes has no depth. Very good for a light read, but not enough to compensate for the amount of hype surrounding it.