although i am dearly in love with the concept of john green, I may be getting sick of him in actuality.

this story was sad, so sad.
I started this novel as an audiobook but had to stop about 2/3rds through and wait for the real-pages book, even though the wait list at the library was - like - 50 people long.
the content (and the whole point of the book) is emotional and you simply cannot have a full reaction/response when the content/words keep coming at you.
no. a reader needs to take a pause where the heart demands it, a gasp, a swipe of the eyes, a deep sigh and then another moment to blow your nose...

so yes, a sad book indeed
at times, a good sad, but many other times seemed to be a pulling-at-you, manipulate-you, force-you sad. I didn't like that. it felt cheap and easy: young love, young death, the anne frank house, the stoic parents, the cheerful blind friend. yes, i want to like john green more, better, with greater ease - but i feel he's cheating here.

but I'm not done with him yet