I’m a little behind in reading this book, but to be honest, I’m not entertained by stories of immense sadness (the holocaust, slavery, kids dying, etc.). The title intrigued me, as it’s a play on the Shakespeare quote “The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars / But in ourselves”. This book is basically about two witty teens dying from cancer. Their entire situation is the evidence that “there is no shortage of fault to be found amid our stars.” I thought it was well written and an interesting portrayal of the life of Professional Sick Kids, I give it 3 (of 5) stars.
Click on the book cover for a link to the Amazon site for this book.