Even before I ordered this book, I knew I'd love it. When I got it in my hands, I tried to resist to read it right away. Eventually, I started it, and I couldn't let it go. I needed to witness Hazel Grace's life, I needed to feel what she was feeling.
Of course I cried like a baby. Of course I'm still obsessed with this book.
I think I had never experimented such grief over a book before, and I'm thankful for it, really. I must be masochist or something, but I am thankful.
Anyway, my thoughts are stars I can't fathom into constellations, so I'm going to stop this 'review' right now.
Read it. Trust me.