In regards to 'The Fault is in Our Stars.'

Dear Mr. Green,

I knew your book would keep me up late, even when I needed to teach in the morning, but still I read it for to not would have been frankly, not possible. It commanded my attention, and I was happy to submit. It was in one word: beautiful. In many, well, excuse the ramble for you are about to get one that is free and unedited. Your characters were like real people living amongst the pages I knew them and could feel them and my favourite must have been Hazel because I felt what she was feeling. Whether you intended it or not, I felt angry for her sake when Augustus told her the cancer has returned because it meant that she no longer had the advantage of dying first. I loved Augustus as much as her and still I was angry at him for not letting Hazel die first because that's what she had prepared for, but I forgave him. He was so believable and strong and so, wait, perhaps there isn't a word for it, the way he feared oblivion, the way he feared living a life that didn't matter, the way he feared that cancer would be his legacy when he was something so much more, and then it all came true. As much as he tried to not let it be, other than in Hazel's eyes, his legacy was that he fought cancer, and I know how much he would have hated that. And the way the story ended before Hazel died. That was brilliant. Simply brilliant and that way it reflected Anna's story of how the story ended after she died in the most fitting manner. I didn't need you to write Hazel died to know she did and to know her parents would be okay. And for that matter. I will note Hazel's parents. I have wonderful parents, adoring parents who never give up on me and sell summer boats for my tuition and accept that I need to live half a world away for yet another year to feel good and send me care packages and kiss me goodnight and what I am getting at it that Hazel's parents were good people. Real good people. I'm tired of reading about not good parents, because some are. Mine are. Hazel's are. I hope yours are too. I had my feelings invested in them as much as Hazel and Augustus and Isaac. My dear Isaac what a wretched wonderful hilarious being you are and I appreciate you and the way you said something along the lines of, I don't know how to live in a world without Augustus Waters, and the computer said 'I don't understand' and you said, 'me neither.' Perfect.

Oh dear how I have rambled. You captured a little story in time and placed it between pages, I not for one moment doubted that your characters really existed. I adored them and want the best for them and you have done them a great service with you writing of them.

Sincerely yours,
Sarah

P.S. I also believe in Something with a capital 'S.'