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⌈ Secret Post #2804 ⌋

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[(Anonymous)]

Exactly. I read it a few months after my dad was diagnosed with cancer, which had happened about a week after my grandmother had passed away (on my birthday, of all days) and basically I was in a really terrible place. I couldn't rely on family for support because everyone was so caught up in their own grief that they turned it into a gross contest of "who has it worst" and, even if that hadn't happened, their approach to death was way too childish for me to have any patience with it.

ANYWAY. This book was EXACTLY what I needed. It told me that I wasn't alone in feeling like this concept of "Heaven" where people go when they die is a sham and in thinking that people's words of comfort were absolutely useless. Basically, it did what I'd been needing someone to do for a long time, which was tell me that my feelings were valid even if they weren't what everyone else was feeling, and I will always, ALWAYS be grateful to John Green for that.

I agree that most of the criticism comes from people that weren't in a position where the book resonated really that strongly with them, and that is why I almost can't handle it, because I feel it's like the world at large telling me I was an idiot to find a great deal of comfort in such a "terrible" book.

[sabotabby]

My sympathies, anon. One death or life-threatening illness is more than enough to deal with.

Every cancer book I've read has some sort of trite message, usually religious. I'm not religious, nor is/was my family, and yeah, I felt really validated by it. At any rate, you're not an idiot, and books don't need to be Great Literature to be meaningful.