I confess that I spent the last hundred or so pages of THE FAULT IN OUR STARS crying nearly nonstop. I'm hesitant to admit that, because it makes the novel sound sad, like a "cancer book." And as narrator Hazel would say, "cancer books suck."
I wouldn't want to give the wrong impression of the book --- Hazel surely wouldn't want me to --- so let me assure you that although the novel is, at times, almost desperately sad (rightly so, I would say, given its subject matter), it's also lovely and hopeful and extremely funny. The reason I was crying nearly nonstop, after all,