Friday 14 December 2012

Feature & Follow #3

The Feature & Follow is hosted by TWO hosts, Parajunkee of Parajunkee’s View and Alison of Alison Can Read. Each host will have their own Feature Blog and this way it'll allow us to show off more new blogs!For more information visit: Parajunkee & Alison can Read.

Q: What is the last book that made you cry? Tell us about the scene…

To be completely honest,I've never cried because of a book.I guess I'm not that sensitive. :) But the Fault in Our Stars by John Green is one of those books that even if years passed,you'd still remember every detail of the story.I felt really sad and happy at the end because of Augustus' letter.And here it is:

Van Houten,

I'm a good person but a shitty writer.You're a shitty person but a good writer.
We'd make a good team. I don't want to ask you any favors, but if you have time—and from what I saw, you have plenty—I was wondering if you could write a eulogy for Hazel. I've got notes and everything, but if you could just make it into a coherent whole or whatever? Or even just
tell me what I should say differently.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.But Van Houten: The marks humans leave are too often scars. You build a hideous minimall or start a coup or try to become a rock star and you think,“They'll remember me now,” but (a) they don't remember you, and (b)
all you leave behind are more scars. Your coup becomes a dictatorship.Your minimall becomes a lesion.(Okay, maybe I'm not such a shitty writer. But I can't pull my ideas together,Van Houten. My thoughts are stars I can't fathom into constellations.)We are like a bunch of dogs squirting on fire hydrants. We poison the groundwater with our toxic piss, marking everything MINE in a ridiculous attempt to survive our deaths. I can't stop pissing on fire hydrants. I know it's silly and useless—epically useless in my current state—but I am an animal like any other.Hazel is different. She walks lightly, old man. She walks lightly upon the earth.Hazel knows the truth: We're as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we're not likely to do either.People will say it's sad that she leaves a lesser scar, that fewer remember her,
that she was loved deeply but not widely. But it's not sad, Van Houten.It's triumphant. It's heroic. Isn't that the real heroism? Like the doctors say: First, do no harm.The real heroes anyway aren't the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention. The guy who invented the smallpox vaccine didn't actually invent anything. He just noticed that people with cowpox didn't get smallpox.After my PET scan lit up, I snuck into the ICU and saw her while she was unconscious. I just walked in behind a nurse with a badge and I got to sit next to her for like ten minutes before I got caught. I really thought she was going to die before I could tell her that I was going to
die, too. It was brutal: the incessant mechanized haranguing of intensive care. She had this dark
cancer water dripping out of her chest. Eyes closed. Intubated. But her hand was still her hand, still warm and the nails painted this almost black dark blue and I just held her hand and tried to imagine the world without us and for about one second I was a good enough person to hope she died so she would never know that I was going, too. But then I wanted more time so we could fall in love. I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar.
A nurse guy came in and told me I had to leave, that visitors weren't allowed, and I asked if she was doing okay, and the guy said, “She's still taking on water.” A desert blessing, an ocean curse.
What else? She is so beautiful. You don't get tired of looking at her.You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her, Van Houten.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.


  1. Aww that was such a sad letter! D: Not enough to make me cry, but that's probably because I don't know the context details. Great pick! New GFC follower! :D

    Here's my #FF.

  2. I've heard so much about this book but I've never read it. I've actually never read any of his books but I'm hoping to change that soon. New follower :)
    My FF

  3. I would have to say… Message In A Bottle made me cry, such a good and moving story…

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  4. I need to read this book.

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  5. This one has been a popular choice, I know I'll cry when I read it! I'm a new follower :D Here is my FFF

  6. I had to skip through that letter because I've yet to read the book. I'm waiting for the paperback XD But I'm pretty sure it'll make me cry too.

    Thanks for following! I followed back :D

    - Kazhy @ My Library in the Making

  7. I didn't get to do Alison's FF this weekend :-(
    But yeah, this book almost made cry! That scene with Gus in the car... God1 I think my eyes leaked a little.

  8. new follower as lucyatmax/no pic./ I'll be reading the Fault in our Stars soon! yay...can't wait!
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    Beth ;D

  9. Aww that made me kind of teary eyed too :( Great pick!

    Thanks for stopping by!

  10. Just rereading that letter makes me weepy. That was a great, but heartbreaking book. New GFC follower.