#13 ~ The Fault in our Stars

All winter & spring I've seen this book in the hands or on the desk of many middle school girls.  "Oh, Mrs. Barton, it's so good."  "you'll cry so hard"  And it was that last sentiment, meant as a positive...which kept me from reading it.  But Helen, the librarian talked me into it & handed me the book.  #13, which I'm glad I read, is The Fault in our Stars by John Green.  The funny and smart story of a Hazel Grace, a teenage cancer victim.  What really strikes me is how well written this book it.  The Hunger Games were great stories, but so poorly written.  This is a great story with rich vocabulary and witty humor.  I'm glad my Kindle version came in when I was still reading the book, because there were many words I was glad to have the dictionary feature for.  Hazel Grace is depressed & her mother wants her to be social & meet people and have a life while she's alive.  This story is about that life ~ a life that has to deal with death, because, in the end, that what we all have to deal with.  

I can't decide if I can take the movie.  I've heard good reports...but I don't like to cry.  

Words & a quote

p 145 ~   ghettoized

      put in or restrict to an isolated or segregated place, group, or situation  {the sentence is: I'm just saying:  Maybe scrambled eggs are ghettoized, but they're also special.  They have a place and a time, like church does.}

p 215 ~  hamartia

     a fatal flaw leading to the downfall of a tragic hero or heroine

p260 ~ Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.  {I've come back to this thought many times in the past few days.  I've been lucky to have long infinities, even when they are finite.}

fl: Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the house, spent quite a lot of time in bed, read the same book over and over, ate infrequently, and devoted quite a bit of my abundant free time to thinking about death.  ll: You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you.  I like my choices.  I hope she likes hers.  I do, Augustus.  I do.