I do not remember when I first heard about this book. I feel as though it simply appeared in my conscious without a formal introduction. Once there, I heard about it everywhere. Well, ok, not everywhere. After all, aside from a moderate knowledge of the dystopian genre, I spend basically no time exploring the latest and greatest in the world of young adult literature. Yet, somehow, this book not only made me aware of its existence, but also perked my interest enough to get into my hands.
It is exactly the type of book that I don't read. Teenage girl, dying of terminal cancer, falls in love with another cancer patient. Everything I do not like in books should have been here: teenage angst, depressing plot, canned emotional responses to complex situations. Usually even things like good reviews are enough to steer me away from a book like this. I do not know why, but I overlooked those likelihoods in this case and am so glad I did. While I am not saying The Fault in Our Stars is entirely void of such literary attributes they are, at least, disguised or handled well.