I found this book very hard to rate. Even now, I can’t fully decide if I liked it or if I didn’t. Now, don’t get me wrong… this wasn’t a bad book at all. Green’s style of writing for this novel is beautiful. I can’t tell you if that’s how he writes all of his novel’s, because this was my first. Nonetheless, it was beautiful and I thoroughly enjoyed it. There were certain paragraphs that I kept re-reading because they were filled with meaningful quotes that I loved. Though I didn’t care much for Aza, Green did an amazing job portraying her mental illness. I’m positive that many people out there were able to relate and connect with her on a deeper level. I, however, wasn’t able to make that connection with her. I guess it was because that’s all she was to me, just a girl with a mental illness. I didn’t get to know anything else about her to really draw me to her.
In conclusion, no, this was not the book for me. Will I read another of John Green’s novels? Most likely, as I didn’t HATE this one. Would I recommend this book to other’s? I would. After all, no two persons ever read the same book.