A review by theengineerisreading
Five Feet Apart by Rachael Lippincott

5.0

RATING: 4.5 stars

If you are a fan of The Fault in our Stars or Everything, Everything, then you should probably add Five Feet apart in your TBR pile. A sure tearjerker that will leave you in awe because of its heart-wrenching storyline about two young adults who suffer from the terminal cystic fibrosis or CF, an infectious disease that attacks lungs and lowers its functionality that usually leads to death.

The main characters Stella Grant and Will Newman will surely capture your heart for their unique personalities and clicking on-the-page chemistry that will surely make you feel how awesome it is to fall in love amidst all the hardships, even deadly disease like CF.

I also love how informative this book is, opening an avenue for the world to know the necessary information about cystic fibrosis and Burkholderia cepacia. Kudos also to Rachael, Mikki, and Tobias for making it a light read set with a light pace for us to fully enjoy every scene with Stella and Will and the gang.

I think the real deal with this book is how it opened up the reality of life and death, the whole idea of being a CF patient and the possibility of death anytime soon that will surely awake the human being in you.

Overall, I enjoyed this new release (though I had a bit of disappointment with the finale since I’m somehow a fan of sad endings) and I strongly recommend this one to you who are looking for a fresh tearjerker novel that appeals to the fans of TFIOS and the likes. That’s all.


BEST QUOTE/S:

“When you have CF, you sort of get used to the idea of dying young. No, I’m terrified for my parents. And what will become of them if the worst does happen, now that they don’t have each other.”

“I’ve never been in love before. But even if I had the chance, dating is a risk that I can’t afford right now. I have to stay focused. Keep myself alive.”

“Nothing’s gonna save my life, Stella. Or yours. Everyone in this world is breathing borrowed air.”

“For the first time I feel the weight of every single inch, every millimeter, of the six feet between us. I pull my sweatshirt closer to my body, looking away at the pile of yoga mats in the corner, trying to ignore the fact that the open space? It will always be there.”

“And I realize I’m doing the one thing I’ve told myself this whole time I wouldn’t do. I’m wanting something I can never have.”

“When you have CF, you don’t know how much time you have left. But, honestly, you don’t know how much time the ones you have left either.”

“I’m tired of living without really living. I’m tired of wanting things. We can’t have a lot of things. But we could have this.”

“I didn’t know it was possible to want something so bad you could feel it in your arms and your legs and in every breath you take.”

“So, if the beginning is death and death is also the end, then what’s the real beginning?”

“I’m not afraid of being dead. But the actual dying part. You know, what it feels like?”

“What’s the point? I’ll die or they will, and this cycle of people dying and people grieving will just continue.”

“If this is all we get, then let’s take it. I want to be fearless and free. It’s just life, Will. It’ll be over before we know it.”

“People in the movies are always saying, ‘You have to love someone enough to let them go.’ I always thought that was such a bullshit. But seeing you almost die… I don’t want to leave you, but I love you too much to stay.”