There is a noticeable artifice to this book that I can't get past and I didn't warm to Hazel and Augustus as much as I would have liked to. The fact that I often couldn't tell them apart wasn't particularly helpful either. And.. teenagers? Really? On the plus side, I can still hear the narrator's voice in my head, but this book floats between humour and philosophy-of-life so awkwardly, that the magic never came.