I love the Fault in Our Stars. John Green is a master at wordsmithery, and the movie was the perfect complement to the story. Yet despite this, and despite the fact that I always reread my favorite books, I have only fully read the Fault in Our Stars once. The first time I read it, it was late at night on Valentine’s day, which, as a single romantic, may not have been the smartest idea. About two thirds of the way through (and about 1:30am), I came to one of the more dramatic scenes in the book (I don’t remember exactly which one) and became upset. I wanted to vent to someone, so I got on facebook and messaged a boy I had a crush on, and had been messaging for some time. Earlier in the day, I had sent a message saying that I hated Valentine’s day. Now, I saw that he had responded, “I love it.” Bitter, heartwrenched from the story, and irritable because I was tired, I sent a message about how that was because he had a girlfriend, and didn’t feel alone. I expected him to be asleep, but he responded, and the message I got put me firmly in my place. He said, “Yes, I do have a girlfriend, and she is beautiful and wonderful and perfect, so you had better stop sneaking around trying to steal me from her because I don’t like you like that, and find someone who will.” I was amazed. This guy had never expressed that much emotion in all the time I’ve known him, and now this?! Not just, “leave me alone,” but, “leave me alone because I love someone else and you need to find someone who loves you.” I think that is the best way to let someone (or me anyway) down. But I haven’t managed to separate Fault in Our Stars from that night, and while I started rereading it, I couldn’t finish it. Have I not managed to move on? Or am I just sentimental?
I’m confused.
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