This book killed me. Just killed me. I haven't cried this much or this hard over a book since... well, I have no idea since when. The Fault In Our Stars is beautiful and brutal and honest and funny. Perhaps when I am less emotional and more coherent, I'll come back and write a proper review. For now, I'll just say that this story of love and death truly deserves all the attention it's been getting. I found it impossible to put down, except for those moments when I had to get up to take some deep breaths and fetch some more tissues. Wow.