![]() ![]() Furthermore, I count the play Wit among my favorite books and Terms of Endearment reduced me to emotional rubble (seriously, I can’t even watch it. I’ve worn a Live Strong bracelet on my wrist every day for the last seven years to remind me of their struggles and the importance of really living every single day. ![]() I also had a beloved aunt who spent the first twenty-three years of my life fighting recurrences of cancer before succumbing (in fact, I was never actually supposed to meet her, since she was given roughly six months to live upon her initial diagnosis–which was six years before I was even born). Both of my parents have had, or still have, cancer at the time of this writing. I’m going to insert a disclaimer here before anyone tries to accuse me of lacking sensitivity for people who are terminally ill. It’s the first time I’ve really found myself irritated by a Green novel. The Fault in Our Stars may have officially tipped the scales against Green for me. Clearly, I’ve enjoyed him enough to keep checking in every time he’s published a new book, but there have been enough flaws or annoyances to keep me a little jaded about the experience. I find him to be a mostly charming, witty writer, but I’ve never obsessed over him the way his impressive legion of fans (called Nerdfighters) have. ![]() I’ve read all of John Green’s full-length, independently written novels (opting to skip all the collaborations and side projects). Boy, do I have a feeling I’m going to provoke a lot of anger among the Nerdfighter community with this. ![]()
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