A memoir of the hedonistic antics of a twentysomething girl about town might easily have gone awry, but Gordon's wit and candour has the reader rooting for her, writes Barbara Ellen
This phoney-baloney cancer fantasy based on John Green's novel aims straight for the tear duct, but you have to accept its laser-sharp accuracy, writes Peter Bradshaw
While Gordon Getty's treatment of the story was dull and dramatically plodding, Robert Orledge's economic and evocative version was far more involving, writes Andrew Clements