If Wonder is heart-warming, then The Fault in Our Stars is the exact opposite. I have never cried so hard while reading a book. Even now, a week later as I’m trying to write a review, just thinking about it I’m welling up a little bit. What makes The Fault in Our Stars so brilliant though, is that amid the heart-breaking unfairness of it all, it is still one of the most inspiring and life-affirming novels I’ve ever read. Even more so than Wonder, and I’m glad that I read them in the order that I did, because I don’t think that I’d have enjoyed them either as much the other way around.