I apologise in advance.
For many of you, The Fault In Our Stars by John Green was one of the best books of 2012. I liked it ok. But I didn’t love it. I didn’t cry. I tried to cry, I did. But it just wasn’t there for me. And I’m sorry. Maybe it’s because I’ve read a lot of YA? Green’s Looking For Alaska and Will Grayson, Will Grayson were better, in my mind. And definitely Stephen Chbosky’s The Perks Of Being A Wallflower.
I’m not going to go into all the reasons The Fault In Our Stars didn’t do it for me; I don’t like to sh-t on books (unless they’re written by Stephenie Meyer and subsequent pretenders). I will say though that its popularity may have come down to marketing. Because it’s not all that different from the Rachel Cohn/David Levithan novels with an added cancer sad emotional element which... gave it that Jodi Picoult feel.
Anyway, as you probably know, The Fault In Our Stars is now being made into a movie. And Deadline reported yesterday that Shailene Woodley, who has been cast in what seems like everything lately, will be Hazel. As you know, I’m not super enthusiastic about Woodley in Divergent. No feelings either way about her as Hazel except to say that...
Are we running out of actors?!?
