When the story that you're reading is like Augustus's life, that is "it's like a rollercoaster that only goes up" but in a good way, unlike his life. That is when the author decides to dread you with the horrors of a never - healing wound. The wound that, like most of John Green's books, demands to be felt. Demands that unforgettable my-stomach-churns-and-my-heart-beats-faster-than-ever sensation. It is when the author decides to leave the imprints of his characters on your heart, by killing them. 

In simple words, it haunts you. Manipulating your reader's emotions is cruel and unacceptable. But what's even more devastatingly brutal is manipulating the characters instead, an art mastered by authors like Hanya Yanagihara. Do you know where the funniest part of it all resides? It lies in , authors like, Veronica Roth's pen using which they (at first) torture all your favourite characters — no, ALL the characters (as in capital A L L) — then they torture you by ending their sufferings (~ lives) and initiating your (emotional, of course) destruction. 

It could've been extenuating if the characters were less magnificent but not like this,would prevent authors like them from harassing us both and readers like us from going in whenever authors like Jennifer Niven's books come out. Theodore Finch once said, "we do not remember days we remember moments" but he forgot to mention that typical readers do not remember books they remember people like him. On a serious note, killing characters is not a plot twist. Especially when people have read sequel after sequel novella after novella just so you could end them, along with the book, along with our emotions. What humors me the most is we cry for them and they don't even exist. At times like these, my head wants to explode - my heart would like to stop functioning in order to pay homage to them - and I don't know what needs to be done. So I'm going to look up for another such book because I'm not yet done being destroyed.