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A review by lizardgoats
The Fault in Our Stars by John Green
5.0
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"'Mother's glass eye turned inward,'" Augustus began. As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once. (p. 124-5)
I missed the future....I would probably never again see the ocean from thirty thousand feet above, so far up that you can't make out the waves or any boats, so that the ocean is a great and endless monolith. I could imagine it. I could remember it. But I couldn't see it again, and it occurred to me that the voracious ambition of humans is never sated by dreams coming true, because there is always the thought that everything might be done better and again. (p.305)
Okay, maybe I'm not such a sh*tty writer. But I can't pull my ideas together, Van Houten. My thoughts are stars I can't fathom into constellations. (p. 311)
Hazel is different. She walks lightly, old man. She walks lightly upon the earth. Hazel knows the truth: we're as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we're not likely to do either. (p. 311-12)
"'Mother's glass eye turned inward,'" Augustus began. As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once. (p. 124-5)
I missed the future....I would probably never again see the ocean from thirty thousand feet above, so far up that you can't make out the waves or any boats, so that the ocean is a great and endless monolith. I could imagine it. I could remember it. But I couldn't see it again, and it occurred to me that the voracious ambition of humans is never sated by dreams coming true, because there is always the thought that everything might be done better and again. (p.305)
Okay, maybe I'm not such a sh*tty writer. But I can't pull my ideas together, Van Houten. My thoughts are stars I can't fathom into constellations. (p. 311)
Hazel is different. She walks lightly, old man. She walks lightly upon the earth. Hazel knows the truth: we're as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we're not likely to do either. (p. 311-12)