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Saturday, March 7, 2015

This Star Won't Go Out

It's funny to me to think about all the blogs out there that probably have posts about this book. Or, at the very least, blogs about this girl. I chose to read this book, I'd been wanting to read it for awhile. I can't tell you the number of times that I went into Barnes and Noble, found a copy of the book and just flipped to a random page. I'd read a page or two, look at the price and then put the book back. It's not a cheap book. But it's not a book that you're going to forget the moment you put it down either.
You probably already read my "I saw the fault in our stars" post.
Well, if you didn't already know, this book is about the girl, who did not inspire Hazel Grace, but was very influential in making her. This book, is about a girl who was John Green's friend. And this book is one that will stick with me for years.
I'll admit, I was hesitant to read this book. I thought that, because of the character she influenced, that Esther was going to be someone who was forward, who put it all out there, and who didn't filter. 
I was expecting cursing, I was expecting crude scenes. I was expecting a girl who was mad at the world.
After all, who wouldn't be mad if they got cancer?
And she was mad, make no mistake about that. She didn't just take it. But she was someone who wanted to change the world. She was someone who tried to be a good daughter. Someone who tried to rely on God through her struggles. There were so many moments in this book that I drew parallels to myself, in that I could relate to her as a person. I feel like, if I'd had the opportunity to know her, we might have been friends. She and I have things in common, although I don't claim to be anywhere near as awesome or talented. 
This is a picture of my book. Every green tab that you see, is something that reminded me, of me. Or that touched me.
She was a writer. A poet. A member of the Harry Potter Alliance. A lover of the ocean. A fan of doctor who. She could draw a pretty awesome eye (they're about the only things that I know how to draw, besides roses). She wanted to be good. She wanted to make a difference. 
And I think that she did. She had less time than most to make an impact on this world, but somehow, she did it.
She wasn't perfect. No one is. Even the really super awesome people out there. 
I think I told Charissa once that if I died I didn't want people to only say nice things about me at my funeral. I don't want to be remembered as someone I'm not. That's just about as effective as not living at all. After all, if they only remember an altered version of me, what did the real version of me even matter for? Or, if only nice things were said at my funeral, I would like to have lived in such a way, that they would be true.
The point is, that this book is awesome. It's something that will probably make you cry, maybe laugh a bit. And hopefully make you want to be a better person. At least, that's what this book did for me. 

Happy reading! If you read it, let me know what you think! :)

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