The Fault In Our Stars.

by Ofi Zukhrufia

Special thanks to Nina who has kindly lend me this book :)

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Selesai baca ini dalam sehari 5 jam. Ngansos dari jam 2 siang habis nge-lab sampe jam 7 malem. Dan….. Bagus.
Sejujurnya aku kurang suka sama novel fiksi yang terlalu emosional, contohnya novel-novelnya Jodi Picoult, atau novelnya Khaled Hosseini. Rasanya kisahnya diceritakan dengan terlalu tragis dan aku nggak sanggup buat membaca itu sampai selesai. Tapi, The Fault In Our Stars ini beda. Ya sebenernya sama-sama emosional sih, cuma masalahnya karakternya nyantai dan diceritakan dengan lucu, jadi ya…. :’)

Oke, let me tell you the synopsis.
Buku ini menceritakan tentang Hazel Grace, cewek 16 tahun yang didiagnosis dengan late stage thyroid cancer dan Augustus Waters, cowok 17 tahun yang ketemu Hazel di support group, dan didiagnosis dengan osteosarcoma. In short, they met, get close, and Hazel found herself living a new adventurous life after meeting Gus (nah, pardon my ability to write a correct synopsis :|)

Yang bikin suka banget sama buku ini sebenernya karakternya. Walaupun kisahnya tentang remaja yang kena kanker, Hazel dan Gus bukan tipikal remaja yang trus jadi desperate gitu, tapi bukan juga jadi remaja yang langsung “I gotta live my life to the fullest!”, mereka tetep jadi remaja biasa, yang punya caranya sendiri buat menikmati hidup. Maaf nggak bisa ngasih tau gimana, pokoknya buku ini bagus…. :’) Selesai baca rasanya masih disorientasi, rasanya masih kebawa sama petualangan mereka berdua :’) Dan buku ini super quote-able, gak ngerti lagi deh kenapa John Green bisa nemu quotes yang…. Nampol. Salut!

“My name is Augustus Waters,” he said. “I’m seventeen. I had a little touch of osteosarcoma a year and a half ago, but I’m just here today at Isaac’s request.”
“And how are you feeling?” asked Patrick.
“Oh, I’m grand.” Augustus Waters smiled with a corner of his mouth. “I’m on a roller coaster that only goes up, my friend.

“There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that’s what everyone else does.

“There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.”

“Some people don’t understand the promises they’re making when they make them,” I said.
“Right, of course. But you keep the promise anyway. That’s what love is. Love is keeping the promise anyway.

“May I see you again?” he asked. There was an endearing nervousness in his voice.
I smiled. “Sure.”
“Tomorrow?” he asked.
“Patience, grasshopper,” I counseled. “You don’t want to seem overeager.
“Right, that’s why I said tomorrow,” he said. “I want to see you again tonight. But I’m willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m serious,” he said.
“You don’t even know me,” I said. I grabbed the book from the center console. “How about I call you when I finish this?”
“But you don’t even have my phone number,” he said.
“I strongly suspect you wrote it in this book.”
He broke out into that goofy smile. “And you say we don’t know each other.”

The marks humans leave are too often scars.

“I believe the universe wants to be noticed. I think the universe is improbably biased toward the consciousness, that it rewards intelligence in part because the universe enjoys its elegance being observed. And who am I, living in the middle of history, to tell the universe that it-or my observation of it-is temporary?”

“That’s part of what I like about the book in some ways. It portrays death truthfully. You die in the middle of your life, in the middle of a sentence.

“Because you are beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence.”

“You are so busy being YOU that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.”

Oh, I wouldn’t mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.

“The world is not a wish-granting factory.”

I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.

“My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.”

Sejujurnya ya, semuanya pengen di-bold hahaha.
Langsung masuk ke list novel favorit, dan langsung penasaran sama buku-bukunya John Green yang lain.
Next time :’D

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Quotes from goodreads.com

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