Jubilee Priar Reading log

Jubilee Priar

 

The Decrescendo Of Literature

Reading log

 

-         The Fault In Our Stars  -

John Green

 

Question 1d. & 2.

 

There were moments when i traveled within and doubted the world. And the book felt real, not the load of nonsense you hear everyday. This was maybe the fact it made me surrface with realization, but it was perhaps to real…? The book that is praised, is now under my attention. The author wrote as if it was life, as if it really was reality and that everyday was acctually a passing day. He brought out the boredom within  the character instead of the fear. Yet i was not convinced it was the story of the centurry.

As the story was drawn out it got to this point of oblivion. Which is acctually rather comical the main characters best friend/ boyfreind was afraid of precisly that. Although maybe that was the point…? The story got dull, but at the same time and almost in the same way it got the scence of reality.

As Augustus died there were moments where you just believed she ( Hazel ) didnt care, the line ”okay” was used as there always but it was interperated in my mind as way of saying sorry or well, just okay. Girls and boys and women and men across the nation have cried along with the two characters. The question is why though. Can everyone relate? I know i couldnt, and trust me I relate to the most of the things. The thing I am trying to figure out is the menig behind this and if there was a pupose to dragging the story out. Most peices of fiction are meant to fill the hole inside and fill your body with a warm fuzz as if ”you” were inlove, or ”you” were flying, As a person who reads anything from auto biographys to sci – fi I cant figure out the message of this book. Is it because i cant realate? Or is it because there are all these different veiw and i cant just deside.

In my first and only reading log besides this one about this book I was so mind boggeled by the story i was desperatly searching for a theme, a symbole and especially a way to relate. But threw it all I couldnt wate for the book to end, for i felt as if i was Hazel and even if she was alive it was as if her soul had already given up to die. I felt almost uncomfortable.

There is no doubt that John Green is more than a talented author, although in this book his only closure was the endless dragging of well, oblivion. And I may be using that word wrong in your opinion but in mine its exactly correct. Because after Augustus died it was if she herself had given up and had the whole scence of nothingness. And in the end of it all she was searching just like I for a reason to feel propriety, dignity and closure.

It ended flatley,

It begain magnifiscantly

Hence the tittle – the decrescendo of literature.