finished the book. i cried reading the last few chapters on the way to work this morning. its brilliantly written; humour, tragedy, love story (not the mushy2 or cheesy ala Mills n Boons) of Augustus Waters and Hazel Grace, two teenage cancer sufferers. true what the review says - you can cry and laugh reading the same page.
as what mira said.. who else would write "my thoughts are stars i cant fathom into constellations". in plain english/lay man's term - " the thoughts are not easily understood, just like stars which are disorganised" or in malay would mean "fikiran bercelaru"
so whats my next read??
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