Note: I cannot possibly review John Green’s work in a way that doesn’t sound biased, which is natural as I am biased towards it. I’ve been a fan of him since before I knew he was an author, as I used to watch his YouTube series with his brother (called Vlogbrothers) regularly. 

I love John Green’s writing, so this is a very biased review on this part. His writing style is very similar to my inner monologue at times (or how I hope my inner monologue would sound if it were an outer monologue). It reads effortlessly and smoothly, with some simply gorgeous passages. The writing is both funny, poignant, and serious when necessary, but woven with a beautiful thread of hope. 

The book itself deals with a number of different human aspects: some are funny, others series, a few trivial, and others repulsive. And yet, Green approaches it in the most stunning ways. He is direct with the content when necessary and slightly evasive at other times, yet always with a frankness that respects the review-like structure. 

It’s about life. The littlest and largest aspects of life itself. If you’re unfamiliar with the work or thing being reviewed, then Green does a wonderful job of breaking it down without patronizing the audience. 

I cried. I laughed. I wept. Expect it all.