No, I wasn’t sitting in an armchair sobbing while reading “The Fault in Our Stars” this weekend. There was just . . . something in my eye. Right. An allergy or something. Something that made my eyes water more than probably any other . . . allergy . . . in a long time. But it was a lovely book, even though it didn’t make me cry, really. That was just, you know, dust or something. I can understand why teens love this book so much, and have embraced the funny, soulful characters in it; I felt, over a few hours and a few hundred pages, like they were part of my life as well. And I am totally not going to cry at the movie, which is screening tomorrow. Oh, who am I kidding. I’ll be the woman on the aisle, sobbing into my Diet Coke.
Here, for those who love the book (and you don’t have to be a teenager to feel that way) are some charming reactions, by teens, to the movie trailer, and their thoughts about the book and why it’s touched such a chord. Don’t miss a special guest appearance, right around 6:50.