<h1 class= "pgc-h-center-line" > The Beautiful Shortcomings of Life by John Greene</h1>
It's a good work, at least it earned me a lot of tears, and if a book is earning the tears of readers, then the book has become an upstart - getting rich overnight.
But I don't seem to cry because of the sadness of the plot, but more like crying because I agree with everything said in the book, crying because of the reality of the content, crying because I am powerless to refute it, even so explicit reality.
Then I picked up the book and looked at the last paragraph in the book, and: "I like, Augustus, I like it," and then closed the book again and my heart could not be calmed.
This book is written in the first person, in fact, I like it quite a bit, because I think that using the first person can make the character's inner drama richer and the author more involved in the character.
<h1 class="pgc-h-center-line" > protagonist is Heather Grace Lancaster</h1>
▲ Introduction to the book cited in the previous paragraph:
Heather was an ordinary girl, even though she had thyroid cancer and was in her final stages. However, medical miracles narrowed the tumor, giving her more time to think.
For her, her life is like an untime bomb, and in the face of death, she just wants to walk lightly, and does not want to live in the memory of too many people, so as not to hurt the people she loves.
Augustus was a cheerful, confident boy who, even if he lost half a leg from a sarcoma, was sure of the simple joy of life. However, he is afraid of being forgotten, hoping to accumulate more good memories and live in people's memories forever.
In a life that may end at any time, the two meet in this world that may not be so beautiful and have a hint of regret, like two stars, colliding with each other and bursting out of new light...
▲ I like the way the author presents it, the way it presents children with cancer.
The content is very explicit and straightforward, and he shows the real thoughts of cancer children, or ideas that are closer to reality.
He does not agree that all cancer children are brave against cancer and strong to live, he believes that in fact, they just have no choice.
Like Heather said, they actually want to die, they feel the preciousness of every second more than others, but when they are experimented with some treatment, they really want to die.
They had no choice but to undergo unknown experiments, to be extubbated and intubated by interns, or to inject drugs like Heather, who graduated from 18 months of study, and injected drugs that even doctors could not be sure of their effects and efficacy.
Most of them do not work hard to prolong their lives, but more for their relatives and lovers. They were in pain, but they couldn't cry, and no matter how the heart screamed, they had to have a smile on their faces that I was fine with and didn't have to worry about.
I like the author's writing, the author's adjectives, modifiers are just right, the same blunt, just as the author describes the world: this world is not a factory for the fulfillment of wishes.
I love the characteristics and personalities of each of the characters in the book, especially the cancer children.
They can always laugh at each other's flaws or laugh at their own lives, which may seem cruel to adults, but in fact they are accustomed to it.
My favorite is Heather and Augustus Waters' love.
The love of a 16-year-old girl and a 17-year-old boy, a teenage girl who goes to hell almost every day and a boy who worries about the recurrence of cancer at any time.
The love of a girl who feels that she is a time bomb and is constantly worried that the people around her will be affected by the fragments of the time bomb and does not want to go into the memories of others, and a boy who has always been afraid of being forgotten after death and tries to do something big so that he can occupy a place in the memory of others.
Their love is purer than anyone else's, more mature than anyone else's.
▲ In the eyes of adults, they may only be the love of teenagers with the same disease, but I have to say that they know how to love and interpret love better than any so-called adult.
The so-called mountain alliance and sea oath of the adults, the fragile promise, the eternity without eternity to speak of, in the face of their love, they are not even qualified to bow down.
What I see in their love is not only maturity, but also touching, not only moving, but also reality, not only reality, but also warmth.
So much so that I forgot that they were just 16 or 17 years old.
▲ I love the end of the book: Gus finally can't resist God's call, even though he tried to fight.
God will not give up their "happy" lives because of how strong their love is, how much they cherish each other, and how many people do not give up their "happy and happy" lives.
Life is such that life goes on and on, Gus said: At the same time that one life is born, it is accompanied by the disappearance of fourteen lives.
So he tried to find a way to make every living person on the earth remember 14 dead people, so that every dead person would be remembered "forever".
But Gus still couldn't do it, obviously impossible, and at best he was washed on the tombstone after his death by someone he had never even seen: I'm sorry, I'll pray for you and your family, friends I'll miss you.
Very warm and cold - warm enough that there is no emotion between the lines, and he still has to go through a funeral that is actually held for the living after his death, and the ordinary funeral can no longer be ordinary.
▲ This is a fictional story that cannot be realistic anymore.
I sincerely feel that the greatness of the parents of those children with cancer, the physical pain of taking care of them is secondary, and the most painful thing is that they imagine the scene after the death of their children all the time.
They didn't dare to imagine, but they had to imagine, they thought they could get used to the days of losing their children in countless imaginations, but they still couldn't.
Even if the stars explode hundreds of millions of light-years away, the light will remain in the night sky of the earth,
Despite encountering in an imperfect fate, the traces left are not pain, but beautiful regrets.