Everything, Everything
Everything, Everything

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Annotation: Confined to her home because she is allergic to the outside world, a teenage girl's life changes when she begins a romance with the new boy next door that challenges everything she's ever known.
Genre: Love stories
Catalog Number: #137928
Format: Perma-Bound Edition
All Formats: Search
Common Core/STEAM: Common Core Common Core
Publisher: Random House
Copyright Date: 2017
Edition Date: 2017
Illustrator: Yoon, David,
Pages: 310 pages
Availability: Available
ISBN: Publisher: 0-553-49667-0 Perma-Bound: 0-605-96964-7
ISBN 13: Publisher: 978-0-553-49667-3 Perma-Bound: 978-0-605-96964-3
Dewey: Fic
LCCN: 2015002950
Dimensions: 22 cm.
Language: English
Reviews:
ALA Booklist
Featuring illustrations by the author's husband, David Yoon, Nicola Yoon's debut tells the story of Maddy, a biracial teenage girl with severe combined immunodeficiency, or SCID, who's essentially allergic to the world. Cared for by her physician mother and Carla the nurse, Maddy is confined to her antiseptic white home, where she communicates with tutors and online friends through her computer. She's never had a companion her own age until the arrival of Olly, who moves into the house next door. With Carla as her ally, Maddy defies her mother, allowing Olly into her house and her heart, and putting her very life at risk. Romance readers will root for the precocious Maddy as she falls hard for the boy next door, while careful readers will entertain the significant possibility of a plot twist. Though the interspersed illustrations and other documentation don't significantly enhance the reading experience, they do quicken the pace in a book that teens in search of a swoonworthy read will devour.
Horn Book
Maddy, who suffers from Severe Combined Immunodeficiency, is resigned to her sequestered existence until Olly moves in next door. Their secret friendship blossoms into romance, then escalates into euphoria and then disaster when the couple runs away to Hawaii. With its assured twists and sensitive depiction of loneliness in many forms, this novel offers a thoughtful exploration of how we define living.
School Library Journal Starred Review
Gr 10 Up&12; From the first page, Madeline Whittier is a sympathetic character who has had to watch the world from the inside of a bubble&12;literally. Her diagnosed condition of Severe Combined Immunodeficiency is a life sentence that limits her to a world of two people: her mother, who is a doctor, and her nurse. Everything changes when Olly and his family move into the house next door. Olly is the kind of inventive guy who figures out a way to communicate with Madeline, and over the course of the next few months Madeline becomes Maddy, a young woman who takes potentially deadly risks to protect Olly emotionally, if not physically. Maddy's and Olly's hastily planned trip to Maui and their tastefully described liaison while there suggests a mature teen audience, but readers of Cammie McGovern's Say What You Will (HarperCollins, 2014) and Wendy Mills's Positively Beautiful (Bloomsbury, 2015) will fall in love with this humorously engaging story of a girl who discovers life, love, and forgiveness in new places. VERDICT Everything, Everything is wonderful, wonderful.&12; Jodeana Kruse, R. A. Long High School, Longview, WA
Word Count: 47,592
Reading Level: 4.4
Interest Level: 9-12
Accelerated Reader: reading level: 4.4 / points: 7.0 / quiz: 176408 / grade: Upper Grades
Reading Counts!: reading level:4.4 / points:13.0 / quiz:Q67173
Lexile: HL610L
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"MOVIE NIGHT OR Honor Pictionary or Book Club?" my mom asks while inflating a blood pressure cuff around my arm. She doesn't mention her favorite of all our post-dinner activities--Phonetic Scrabble. I look up to see that her eyes are already laughing at me.
 
"Phonetic," I say.
 
 She stops inflating the cuff. Ordinarily Carla, my full-time nurse, would be taking my blood pressure and filling out my daily health log, but my mom's given her the day off. It's my birthday and we always spend the day together, just the two of us.
  
She puts on her stethoscope so that she can listen to my heartbeat. Her smile fades and is replaced by her more serious doctor's face. This is the face her patients most often see-- slightly distant, professional, and concerned. I wonder if they find it comforting.
 


Impulsively I give her a quick kiss on the forehead to remind her that it's just me, her favorite patient, her daughter.
 
 
She opens her eyes, smiles, and caresses my cheek. I guess if you're going to be born with an illness that requires constant care, then it's good to have your mom as your doctor.
 
 
A few seconds later she gives me her best I'm-the-doctor- and-I'm-afraid-I-have-some-bad-news-for-you face. "It's your big day. Why don't we play something you have an actual chance of winning? Honor Pictionary?"
  
Since regular Pictionary can't really be played with two people, we invented Honor Pictionary. One person draws and the other person is on her honor to make her best guess. If you guess correctly, the other person scores.


 
I narrow my eyes at her. "We're playing Phonetic, and I'm winning this time," I say confidently, though I have no chance of winning. In all our years of playing Phonetic Scrabble, or Fonetik Skrabbl, I've never beaten her at it. The last time we played I came close. But then she devastated me on the final word, playing JEENZ on a triple word score.
 
 "OK." She shakes her head with mock pity. "Anything you want." She closes her laughing eyes to listen to the stethoscope.
 
 We spend the rest of the morning baking my traditional birthday cake of vanilla sponge with vanilla cream frosting. After it's cooled, I apply an unreasonably thin layer of frosting, just enough to cover the cake. We are, both of us, cake people, not frosting people. For decoration, I draw eighteen frosted daisies with white petals and a white center across the top. On the sides I fashion draped white curtains.
  
"Perfect." My mom peers over my shoulders as I finish up. "Just like you."

  
I turn to face her. She's smiling a wide, proud smile at me, but her eyes are bright with tears.



"You. Are. Tragic," I say, and squirt a dollop of frosting on her nose, which only makes her laugh and cry some more. Really, she's not usually this emotional, but something about my birthday always makes her both weepy and joyful at the same time. And if she's weepy and joyful, then I'm weepy and joyful, too.
 


"I know," she says, throwing her hands helplessly up in the air. "I'm totally pathetic." She pulls me into a hug and squeezes. Frosting gets into my hair.
  
My birthday is the one day of the year that we're both most acutely aware of my illness. It's the acknowledging of the passage of time that does it. Another whole year of being sick, no hope for a cure on the horizon. Another year of missing all the normal teenagery things--learner's permit, first kiss, prom, first heartbreak, first fender bender. Another year of my mom doing nothing but working and taking care of me. Every other day these omissions are easy--easier, at least--to ignore.
 


This year is a little harder than the previous. Maybe it's because I'm eighteen now. Technically, I'm an adult. I should be leaving home, going off to college. My mom should be dreading empty-nest syndrome. But because of SCID, I'm not going anywhere.
  
Later, after dinner, she gives me a beautiful set of watercolor pencils that had been on my wish list for months. We go into the living room and sit cross-legged in front of the coffee table. This is also part of our birthday ritual: She lights a single candle in the center of the cake. I close my eyes and make a wish. I blow the candle out.
  
"What did you wish for?" she asks as soon as I open my eyes.
  
Really there's only one thing to wish for--a magical cure that will allow me to run free outside like a wild animal. But I never make that wish because it's impossible. It's like wishing that mermaids and dragons and unicorns were real. Instead I wish for something more likely than a cure. Something less likely to make us both sad.
 
 "World peace," I say.
 


Three slices of cake later, we begin a game of Fonetik. I do not win. I don't even come close.
 


She uses all seven letters and puts down POKALIP next to an S. POKALIPS.
  

"What's that?" I ask.
  

"Apocalypse," she says, eyes dancing.
 


"No, Mom. No way. I can't give that to you."
  
"Yes," is all she says.
 

"Mom, you need an extra A. No way."
  

"Pokalips," she says for effect, gesturing at the letters. "It totally works."
 

I shake my head.
  
"P O K A L I P S," she insists, slowly dragging out the word.
  
"Oh my God, you're relentless," I say, throwing my hands up. "OK, OK, I'll allow it."
  
"Yesssss." She pumps her fist and laughs at me and marks down her now-insurmountable score. "You've never really understood this game," she says. "It's a game of persuasion."
 


I slice myself another piece of cake. "That was not persuasion," I say. "That was cheating."


 
"Same same," she says, and we both laugh.
  
"You can beat me at Honor Pictionary tomorrow," she says.
 


After I lose, we go to the couch and watch our favorite movie, Young Frankenstein. Watching it is also part of our birthday ritual. I put my head in her lap, and she strokes my hair, and we laugh at the same jokes in the same way that we've been laughing at them for years. All in all, not a bad way to spend your eighteenth birthday.

Excerpted from Everything, Everything by Nicola Yoon
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The instant #1 New York Times bestseller--now a major motion picture starring Amandla Stenberg as Maddy and Nick Robinson as Olly. 

Risk everything . . . for love.

What if you couldn’t touch anything in the outside world? Never breathe in the fresh air, feel the sun warm your face . . . or kiss the boy next door? In Everything, Everything, Maddy is a girl who’s literally allergic to the outside world, and Olly is the boy who moves in next door . . . and becomes the greatest risk she’s ever taken. 

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.

Everything, Everything will make you laugh, cry, and feel everything in between. It's an innovative,  inspiring, and heartbreakingly romantic debut novel that unfolds via vignettes, diary entries, illustrations, and more. 

The movie is available on digital now!

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And don’t miss Nicola Yoon's The Sun Is Also A Star, the #1 New York Times bestseller in which two teens are brought together just when it seems like the universe is sending them in opposite directions.


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