This Week I Have Mostly Been Reading
The Fault In our Stars by John Green
I have seen the pictures of mass hysteria at the cinema with bedraggled, mascara smeared teens sobbing their way, blinking, into the daylight.
I approached the book forewarned and forearmed with a healthy degree of cynicism
By chapter two I was sobbing on the sofa.
Chapter twenty one had me in a state of collapse. Think Juliet Stevenson in “Truly, Madly Deeply”, raw and sobbing, snot bubbles and all.
Readers, it was not pretty.
It was at this point that Oldest Child staged An Intervention and wrestled the book from my tear sodden hands and told me to go upstairs and lie down and get a grip on myself.
He now refuses to touch the book with a ten foot barge pole.
A book that goes through every cliche but still manages to suck you into the story and spit you out the other end.
Even whilst you are completely aware of how the author is playing you like a, like a banjo!
Remind me not to watch the film.
At least not in public.
Next Week I Shall Mostly Be Reading
A novel exploring faith and belief and the existence of Satan.
A bit of light relief after the last book then.