I finish reading it in about 7days' time, though in an on-and-off mode of course. I was choosing between this and The Girl on the Train, which was said to be a detective or suspense novel or something. And this one won with no particular reason--I guess I just clicked it open first, making it the second English novel I read this year anyway. And I am assured once more that the language in a best-seller is way much easier than those in "serious" works.
Then a few points about this novel itself.
Honestly I don't like the content very much as the word "death" lurks in the book almost all the way through to the end. Somehow, it makes thoughts on the profound "life and death" issue come more naturally and love all the more beautiful, but it is inevitably more desperate (that might be a word a bit heavier) than other stories about love. Somewhere in the middle, I was thinking it was lucky that they had this Support Group and people with the same conditions with them. But that was basically the best thing this group of people could ever get, considering most of them got no luck in this battle against cancer.
It's just SO sad.
The novel didn't end with the death of Hazel Grace (Is there any reason why Augustus always loved calling her by the full name?) but an eulogy written for Hazel by Augustus before his own expected death from the cancer disease. Their love was deep and pure indeed. They did curse about life and fate and mock at themselves and claim they were the "faults" or "side effects" in the mutation of beings as a whole, while not really feeling abandoned. I guess that might earn the novel a label "warm‘’ in some way.
The author is, surprisingly, a man. I mean I didn't quite sense that while reading.
And the title, as is clued in the novel itself, comes from Shakespeare.