Everything, Everything was Disappointing, Disappointing

Everything, Everything by Nicola Yoon
★ — 25%

Everything, Everything was my first contemporary. And it promised so much.

But I don’t even know what happened.

The first half was cute and light and adorable and then the second half hopped on a train, shot off at 8596 mph, and left me in the dust wondering where in the world my feelings were. (I’m 100% cool with missing the train, though, because it ended up heading in a horrible direction and I’m still bitter about it yes ma’am.)

I won’t recommend it to anyone and I won’t read it again. I wasted my time the first go-around.


My disease is as rare as it is famous. Basically, I’m allergic to the world. I don’t leave my house, have not left my house in seventeen years. The only people I ever see are my mom and my nurse, Carla.

But then one day, a moving truck arrives next door. I look out my window, and I see him. He’s tall, lean and wearing all black—black T-shirt, black jeans, black sneakers, and a black knit cap that covers his hair completely. He catches me looking and stares at me. I stare right back. His name is Olly.

Maybe we can’t predict the future, but we can predict some things. For example, I am certainly going to fall in love with Olly. It’s almost certainly going to be a disaster.

my thoughts

“Everything’s a risk. Not doing anything is a risk. It’s up to you.”

Maddy’s pretty sick. Also kind of stupid. In the course of about three hundred pages, we meet the fella next door, run away with him, almost die because of it, want to die when Mr. Fella moves, have a moment of discovery and a tropey kid-rebels-against-parent moment, run away again (second time’s a charm right?), and it’s happily ever after.

Wait WHAT? This book is basically unbelievable with bold letters and a gorgeous cover.

“Spoiler alert: Love is worth everything. Everything.”

Apparently Mr. Fella is worth a book full of drama and the end of a tight mother/daughter relationship. At least he’s cute right?? Uh, no. I’m not buying it. Had their relationship been developed more, I might. As it wasn’t, nope. No way.

The characters themselves were tolerable for the first half (okay, okay, I adored them), but then the Annoying Moments™ began and they became…anything but adorable. Let’s recap shall we?

  • Boy lets girl run away with him EVEN THOUGH HE KNOWS BETTER. It’s bad enough in the first place… But for the girl he’s letting run away with him? For all he knows, it could kill her. #notcool
  • Girl gives up on mom because apparently her mistakes were unforgivable in spite of years of (albeit poorly executed) selfless love?

I didn’t like the antagonizing of the mother either; it felt like something scratched on the page last-minute because nothing better could be thought of. I didn’t like that or the cheap plot twists thrown every fifty pages. I didn’t see them coming, but I wanted to run when I found out what they were.

The message of Everything, Everything, like the book itself, was half-good, half-bad. It seemed to emphasize the importance of taking risks so much so that even the healthy consideration of consequences was forgotten. Which I. Didn’t. Like. You want to dive into a pool of sharks? Go! Live your dream! What’s one risk, right? You’re risking just as much watching these moments fly by and doing nothing with them! Right?

HA. Wrong.

Risks are risks for a reason. There is legitimate danger in decisions, no matter how we may romanticize it. Careful consideration is necessary. So take a breath, Maddy. Smack yourself on the head with one of your brand-new hardbacks AND THINK.

There is something called common sense. Who knew, right?

And the ending. What complete and utter trash. I’ve never felt more unsatisfied with an ending. I’m seriously considering that it might have been better if everyone just died??? Instead, the conclusion just made me dislike everyone.

But in spite of everything I had against this book, I can’t forget that the first half of this book was beautiful. I should probably talk about it more than I’m going to now, too. But the rest of the novel just eclipses any good feeling I had initially, so it seems like a waste to relive the good parts just to disappoint myself again with remembering what comes next. I was immersed in quotes I absolutely disagreed with, like this snazzy one:

“Maybe growing up means disappointing the people we love.”

Yeah no. That’s not the way I want to live my life.

I can’t look past the bad parts of Everything, Everything enough for the good parts to matter. There was too much bad to excuse. It’s harsh. I’m sorry.

Apparently love and rebellion is worth every price and leads to the Perfect Ending. That’s a bad message and it doesn’t smell a bit like reality.

It had a pretty spine, I guess. There’s one thing going for it.

dirty talk

Language: Infrequent swearing. One s-word is said.

Violence: A few scenes of domestic violence, which is not okay.

Sensuality: First-person descriptions of kissing, making out, and one intimate scene going past every line ever. Which is also way not okay.

Substances: A neighbor’s father is an alcoholic and shown drunk a few times. He’s the one who causes the domestic violence, unsurprisingly.

Everything, Everything by Nicola Yoon: 3/5 Stars