Cover to Cover: The Fault in Our Stars, Ch. 19

WE’RE BACK, BITCHES!

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This is a long gif. I’m not complaining.

So in case you didn’t notice, I wasn’t here last week. I wish I could say it was because I was horribly ill or my pet cockroach died or something, but . . . I was just lazy.

In my defense, I wrote a paper about social classification as opposed to controlled vocabularies for use in thesauri to organize metadata, so hopefully you’ll forgive me for not having much brainpower to spare for The Fault in Our Stars.

This was me all last weekend.
This was me all last weekend. Actually, this is me right now, but I’m trying to push past it.

So Chapter 18 was . . . the worst. Green basically admitted that he wrote this book to show how much better he is than other writers — and no, I’m not kidding. Remember that interview I linked to last time? Well, I read a bit more of it, and I’m willing to give Green credit, because he thought more about stuff than I originally assumed, and sometimes I accused him of being stupid when he was intentionally setting things up to look dumb. (That doesn’t mean they weren’t poorly executed, but at least he was trying, and I suppose that counts for something.)

But then we come to this bit:

More generally, I wrote this book partly because I was tired of reading stories in which dying or chronically sick people served no purpose in the world except to teach the rest of us to be Grateful For Every Moment or whatever. Making the lives of the dying about the betterment of the social order for the well really offends me, because it implies that the dying are already dead, and that their lives have less intrinsic meaning than other lives.

giphyWell thank you, Green. Whatever would we do without your insightful understanding of the human psyche and your capturing it so beautifully? Literally no one is as talented a writer as you are. You are the best. You are God.

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Cover to Cover: The Fault in Our Stars, Ch. 18

This is a bad one, guys.

My face the entire time I was reading it.
My face the entire time I was reading it.

It doesn’t sound bad on paper: Mr. Psycho gets sick, Sunshine goes to help him, he goes to the hospital. Sure, that’s a waste of a chapter in terms of things actually happening, but it should be rather moving and interesting and all sorts of things you’d expect to associate with a book about children with cancer.

But then you add John Green to the mix and it all goes to hell.

Well, I put it off yesterday, but I guess I have to talk about it at some point. Let’s get this over with.

If this isn't your face already, it will be by the end of the chapter.
If this isn’t your face already, it will be by the end of the chapter.

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Drive-By Reviews: Spring 2015

So it’s Saturday night! Party night for tons of people, and Rant About How John Green is the Worst Person Alive night for me!

But . . . well, then I read the chapter(s) for this week.

I didn't care for it.
I didn’t care for it.

So let’s procrastinate with some less infuriating judgment: it’s time for my more-or-less semiannual Drive By Reviews!

In case you weren’t around for my first time doing this, basically I offer a list of all the books I read over the last vaguely-defined period of time, a summary, what other people thought of it, and then a tweet-length review of my own. It’s fun . . . for me, at least.

And I’m not reading The Fault in Our Stars, so that’s always a good day.

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Since I’m a party person, basically the only things I read are books for school (this semester being “Dramatic Literature I,” “History of the Future,” and a seminar on Seamus Heaney), the occasional fun literature, and spiritual/religious books. I kept the latter off last time because I was worried about offending people, but what the fuck, right? I got opinions, I got booze*, and I got a captive audience hoping this might be entertaining.** Let’s go!

*May not actually have booze

**May not actually have audience, and they certainly don’t expect this to be entertaing

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