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How dare you talk about him like you know him. Me: You know, in the audio version of The Fault in Our Stars, at the end, there's an interview with him.
So there. You're wrong. He doesn't mean, like, he loves it when someone reads him his own books. It's a misunderstanding. What he meant was, he loves listening to the..
Because she has such a sweet voice and everything. Me: Are you kidding me? He's in love with himself! Augustus is just an hologram. An empty shell. Seriously, his monologues are laughable. I couldn't even focus. I kept thinking of John Green while reading.
Because Augustus is just SO witty, so smart, so perfect. VH: I am so not convinced. Me: There's this whole repetition thing, too. I cannot believe how all the characters of his books look alike. How many books are out there, now? More, surely. Geeky and nerdy narrator, geekier and nerdier sidekick, mysterious but unbelievable girl, random plot that doesn't even make sense, road trip.
Come the fuck on. You know what? The fact that people aren't getting tired of him and his stupid same characters is the real question. VH: But this book is unique. The way it deals with cancer and death It's so beautiful. You cannot possibly say it isn't. Me: That's what disturbed me the most. What I want to say is, not every death is glorious. Not every death is epic and not every death will glow like a star in the eternal twilight sky. Most of the time, deaths are random, plain, and the world is cold and uncaring, and that's how it is.
And that's what's terrible. You don't need to be a hero, you don't need to defy death the way Augustus pretends to, you don't need to lose yourself in unbelievable speeches to have people cry over your death. The book is just TOO much. VH: You know, about them being unbelievable when they talk?
You seem to forget something. Augustus and Hazel ARE different. They're unique, so they talk different. That's what it's all about. Me: They're not different, they don't exist. They can't exist. I don't think this was a good tribute to the kids who are really sick. Because no one talks like that, NO ONE, and I feel like now there's this messed-up hierarchy between the sick kids who are sort of smart ass and those who aren't.
And I refuse that.
I can't accept that. Being ironic, jaded, detached and all metaphorical over the disease is a luxury that genuinely sick teenagers cannot afford. So fuck this. And I'd rather kneel before a kid who has cancer and who doesn't know what a metaphor is than shed a tear over one of Augustus's stupid monologues. VH: You liar, I know you cried while you read the book.
You were a sobbing mess. Me: I wasn't. I was a sobbing mess at the end of Before I Die. Me and Earl and the Dying Girl had me in tears, too. These are all gorgeous books that deal with cancer. And I cried like a bitch every single time, and they broke my heart.
But this? I didn't cry. VH: You did, and you know it. Especially at THIS special moment.
VH : You cried when Hazel asked her mom if she would still be a mom after her death. Me: Fine, okay. I cried. I know. But look. That's precisely the point. Click here to browse Handbook version 5. The current complete version of the Handbook is 5.
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For more details see the What's new? Give me my chance. I do think, though, you overdo it a little. What was it brought you up to think it the thing To take your mother--loss of a first child So inconsolably--in the face of love. You'd think his memory might be satisfied--' 'There you go sneering now!
You make me angry. I'll come down to you. God, what a woman! And it's come to this, A man can't speak of his own child that's dead. If you had any feelings, you that dug With your own hand--how could you? I thought, Who is that man? I didn't know you. And I crept down the stairs and up the stairs To look again, and still your spade kept lifting.
Then you came in. I heard your rumbling voice Out in the kitchen, and I don't know why, But I went near to see with my own eyes. You could sit there with the stains on your shoes Of the fresh earth from your own baby's grave And talk about your everyday concerns.
You had stood the spade up against the wall Outside there in the entry, for I saw it. I'm cursed. God, if I don't believe I'm cursed. What had how long it takes a birch to rot To do with what was in the darkened parlor. You couldn't care!
The nearest friends can go With anyone to death, comes so far short They might as well not try to go at all. No, from the time when one is sick to death, One is alone, and he dies more alone. Friends make pretense of following to the grave, But before one is in it, their minds are turned And making the best of their way back to life And living people, and things they understand.
But the world's evil. I won't have grief so If I can change it. Oh, I won't, I won't! You won't go now. You're crying.
Close the door. The heart's gone out of it: why keep it up. There's someone coming down the road!