Blame It On The Stars

"My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations." Now he was a star, along with the billions and trillions of them already shining on me once the day drew to an end and the night was getting out of bed. He was a brighter star than the rest. He was gone. Hazel Grace Lancaster suffered a loss that brought her such pain, the cancer did not even compare. Depression was a side effect of cancer. Cancer was a side effect of dying. Death was a side effect of nothing but death. In a way, it was all an endless loop. Birth, death, birth, death, birth, oh, why not throw some cancer in there, too?, sooner death. The continuous, repetitive life cycle so many people went through. Not even six months after Augustus's death, the town Hazel had grown comfortable with had transformed into a nightmarish hell. The daily routine got challenging. The hourly routine grew unfamiliar. Life had become unsatisfying. Not that it hadn't been satisfying before. Cancer takes the "satisfying" out of everything. "Satisfying" becomes "settled for" and "settled for" means "enough to consider". Cancer sucks. Follow Hazel Grace on her continuing life after Augustus Waters, as hard as it may be to believe. At times, it may not even be considered life. It would be "enough to consider" life. She is greeted with new challenges, new friends, new enemies, good and bad news, and so much more.