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Read: The Fault In Our Stars by John Green

Saturday, 24 May 2014



I had seen lots of tweets proclaiming 'This book will make you cry!' and as a part-time softie, fully expected to experience the waterworks while reading this novel about teenage cancer sufferers falling in love. But I didn't.

That's not to say the tragic plight of 17 year olds, Hazel with thyroid and lung cancer and Augustus with osteosarcoma, is not emotive, as they are handled with grace, sensitivity and dark humour. For me it was that the characters didn't always read as natural in a book rooted in naturalism - the young characters suffered from what I call Dawson Creek Syndrome, sounding like fully qualified analytical psychiatrists in there everyday speech bar the odd 'whatever'. The dialogue often felt forced and overly pretentious which detracted from the characters believability. 


The tender intensity of first love however, is delivered beautifully in the softer, less OTT moments, such as the pairs habit of simply saying 'Okay' to each other when they didn't know what to say, or to check on each other or for a number of other reason all wrapped up in this one word.


Another line that really resonated was the concept of how you can fall in love with someone at different paces. Augustus professed his love early on for Hazel but she tried to hold back, determined for there to be as few victims as possible because of her illness, she tried to keep their relationship platonic but eventually admitted to herself 'I fell in love the way you fall asleep...slowly, then all at once'


With Hazel's prognosis terminal, mortality is a huge theme in the book. Probably the most heartbreaking moments were ones that looked at Hazel's fear of hurting her lost ones.

"I'm like. Like. I'm like a grenade, Mom. I'm a grenade and at some point I'm going to blow up and I would like to minimize the casualties, okay?"

'"NO!" I shouted. " I'm not eating dinner, and I can't stay healthy, because I'm not healthy. I am dying, Mom. I am going to die and leave you here alone and you won't have me to hover around and you won't be a mother anymore, and I'm sorry, but I can't do anything about it, okay?!"'

The moment's when Hazel sounded her age, like a regular teenager always hit home harder the injustice of losing someone so young.

The concept of legacy from the point of view of a person so young, who has known they were never going to live long, is an interesting one and Hazel and Augustus felt differently about it. Do we need to make an impact on the whole world or is touching the hearts of our loved ones enough?

"Here's the thing about Hazel: Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world. Bequeathing a legacy. Outlasting death. We all want to be remembered. I do, too. That's what bothers me most, is being another unremembered casualty in the ancient and inglorious war against disease.

I want to leave a mark."

Despite my misgivings, the book is incredibly well written and researched; the hospital and cancer detail and terminology is detailed yet treated glibly by the weary survivors and this makes it all the more poignant. The book is clearly aimed at young adults and I'm going to try and get my 16 year old sister to read, as the sombre topic and offbeat characters are right up her teenage angst ridden street.


The Fault In Our Stars has been turned into a movie too starring Shailene Woodley and Ansel Elgort and will be in cinemas June 6th. Check the trailer here:




All images taken from The fault in our stars movie.com, luckyendings.tumblr.com and incrediblydeviantart.com

You

Sunday, 26 January 2014

You will always want what's not yours
What you had once
What you miss now
What they have to see why it's so great
You never truly treasure how fragile the heart in your hand is until you drop it and you can't pick up the pieces

Saccharine Cyanide

Friday, 14 June 2013

Saccharine cyanide drips from your lips
Caresses my neck, my back, my hips
My clit
The cloying smell clings to my hair
Fills the air
Threatens to suffocate
Me
Here, in this closet you've dragged me back into
Here, where the darkness
That is identical to your soul
Permeates
Everything
Every giggle, every smile, every lick, every nick
Name
Is doused in hate
But hate is just love confused
I hate you, I love you
I hate that I love you
I love that you hate loving me
Because that means you love me. Right?
Well, you do tonight
And at night you love me over and over again
Love everything I've taught you
And I've taught you well
We're breathless
And sweaty
And it's beautiful
But it's dirty
Because you've made me hate you
And I've made you love me
And when I look in the mirror
I don't recognise who I see
The comedown could kill me
But I'm addicted to this pain
As you shoot another sugary reassurance directly into my vein
This isn't me
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?
Your poisonous promises have corroded my spirit
Leaving this desolate shell
Acting up, acting out
Surely I'd be better off without
You
So when the spark is lit
And the flames begin to lick
And burn this whole fucking mess to the ground
There's an underlying relief
At this forced intervention
Because I don't know if I could have found the strength
Or the desire...
The smashed mirror rearranges
Until I identify my reflection
It's me, but with an improved perception
Weaned myself off of you and your crazy ways
Desperate nights and euphoric days
So when the bad penny rolls around again
Claiming to still love me
It's nothing short of a victory
To be able to decline politely
I'm sorry
This new me is drug-free

Balance

Tuesday, 2 April 2013

Lovely.
Such a 'nice' word
Safe. Secure. Dependable.
Conjures soft smiles and sweet kisses
Routine and Right Thing To Do
Early nights and Forever
I've been there...first love
Perfect introduction
But restlessness inhabited my bones
Flushed cheeks
A pounding heart
Sweaty palms and somersaulting stomach
I need that.
Crave the excitement of illicit encounters
Uncertainty and a whisper of danger
Immeasurable passion
When will I learn balance?