I just made a post about this because I hadn't yet seen this.
I love both, but I have to give the slight win to the novel. The novel was so so so unsentimental. Nothing feels very climactic, just like life. Life doesn't deal in climaxes. There are no deep, moving death scenes. No moments to say your final goodbyes. Sometimes death just happens. And I love that the novel plays it like that. She randomly falls into a coma, and Greg has this huge meltdown (which is the best scene in the novel), and then it just says she dies a few days later. That's real. So real.
The film is a lot more sweet and sentimental, and that kind of annoyed me, but I get why they had to do it like that.
I will say the film had perfect performances. While the physical attributes were not the same as the novel, such as Earl being tiny or Greg being overweight, the actors all did fabulous jobs playing the characters. Thomas Mann was brilliant. I haven't seen casting so perfect since Araki's adaptation of Mysterious Skin.
I don't feel enough for you to cry.
Oh well.
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