Why do I insist upon doing this to myself? I pick a book that I know is going to be sad and then I end up finishing the book laying on the floor clutching my kindle and trying to muffle my sobs so that I won't wake up everybody in the house. The more I think about it I realize that I choose books like this because I love books that can move me, that can bring me to tears. Hazel's story was an emotional roller coaster; one filled with laughter, anger, and sorrow. Hazel and Augustus were characters that I grew to love. I absolutely felt as though I was right there with them. There is not much else that I can say about this book because I feel as though I poured all my emotions out while reading it. I would recommend this book to others, but I would warn them to have a box of Kleenex handy.