{"product_id":"everything-everything-isbn-9780553496642","title":"Everything, Everything","description":"\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e Risk everything for love with this #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestseller from Nicola Yoon • \"Gorgeous and lyrical\"—\u003ci\u003eThe New York Times Book Review \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat 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 \u003ci\u003eEverything, Everything\u003c\/i\u003e, 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. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"This extraordinary first novel about love so strong it might kill us is too good to feel like a debut. Tender, creative, beautifully written, and with a great twist, \u003ci\u003eEverything, Everything \u003c\/i\u003eis one of the best books I've read this year.\"—Jodi Picoult\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy disease is as rare as it is famous. Basically, I’m allergic to the world.\u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003eI 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. \u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eBut 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.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eMaybe 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.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eEverything, Everything\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e 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. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd don’t miss Nicola Yoon's bestselling novels \u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eThe Sun Is Also A Star\u003c\/b\u003e \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eInstructions for Dancing. \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eA #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestseller\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA #1 \u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e bestseller\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA #1 Indie bestseller\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA \u003ci\u003eUSA Today\u003c\/i\u003e bestseller\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA \u003ci\u003eWall Street Journal\u003c\/i\u003e bestseller\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA New York Public Library Best Book for Teens\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA \u003ci\u003eMiami Herald\u003c\/i\u003e Best Book of the Year\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eA \u003ci\u003eSchool Library Journal\u003c\/i\u003e Best Book of the Year\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Gorgeous and lyrical.” --\u003ci\u003eThe New York Times Book Review\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"[A] fresh, moving debut.\"--\u003ci\u003eEntertainment Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e, A-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"YA book lovers, your newest obsession is here.\"--MTV.com\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e★ \"This heartwarming story transcends the ordinary by exploring the hopes, dreams, and inherent risks of love in all of its forms.\" —\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews,\u003c\/i\u003e Starred Review\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e★\u003ci\u003e\"Everything, Everything\u003c\/i\u003e is wonderful, wonderful.\u003ci\u003e\"—SLJ,\u003c\/i\u003e Starred Review\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eEverything, Everything \u003c\/i\u003eis everything, everything—powerful, lovely, heart-wrenching, and so absorbing I devoured it in one sitting. It’s a wonder. The rare novel that lifts and shatters and fills you all at once.” —Jennifer Niven, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003eAll the Bright Places\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “With her stunning debut, \u003ci\u003eEverything, Everything,\u003c\/i\u003e Nicola Yoon has constructed an entirely unique and beautiful reading experience. Gorgeous writing meshes with original artwork to tell a love story like no other. You’ve never read a book like this.” —David Arnold, author of \u003ci\u003eMosquitoland\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eEverything, Everything\u003c\/i\u003e \u003cu\u003ehas\u003c\/u\u003e everything . . . romance, heart, and intelligence. Nicola Yoon's book and voice stayed with me long after I finished reading.” —Danielle Paige, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eDorothy Must Die\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e“There's a quiet beauty about\u003ci\u003e Everything, Everything\u003c\/i\u003e that kept me captivated from start to finish. Olly and Madeline's love story stole my heart.”--Katie McGarry,\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003eauthor of \u003ci\u003eNowhere But Here \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"This extraordinary first novel about love so strong it might kill us is too good to feel like a debut. Tender, creative, beautifully written, and with a great twist, \u003ci\u003eEverything, Everything \u003c\/i\u003eis one of the best books I've read this year.\" --Jodi Picoult,\u003ci\u003e #1 New York Times\u003c\/i\u003e Bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eLeaving Time\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"A do-not-miss for fans of John Green and Rainbow Rowell (aka everyone).\"--\u003ci\u003eJustine Magazine\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"A vibrant, thrilling, and, ultimately, wholly original tale that's bound to be an instant hit.\"--Bustle.com\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"This is an easy romance to get caught up in.\"--\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"Deeply satisfying.\"--\u003ci\u003eThe Bulletin\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Nicola Yoon’s first novel will give you butterflies.\"--\u003ci\u003eSeventeen\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e“Not only was I totally hooked  . . . by the end I was totally blown away.”—Arun Rath, NPR Weekend’s \u003ci\u003eAll Things Considered\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e “Heartwarming and inventive.”—Mashable.com\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Readers will root for the precocious Maddy as she falls hard for the boy next door . . .  teens in search of a swoonworthy read will devour.”--\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I just couldn't put it down . . . If you’re a fan of \u003ci\u003eThe Fault in Our Stars\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eIf I Stay \u003c\/i\u003eor \u003ci\u003eBefore I Die\u003c\/i\u003e, then this book is for you.\"--TheGuardian.com\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSelected as one of the Best Multicultural Books of the Year by the Center for the Study Multicultural Children’s LiteratureNICOLA YOON is the #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e best-selling author of \u003ci\u003eEverything, Everything\u003c\/i\u003e; \u003ci\u003eThe Sun Is Also a Star, Instructions for Dancing, \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eOne of Our Kind\u003c\/i\u003e, and is a coauthor of \u003ci\u003eBlackout \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eWhiteout\u003c\/i\u003e. She is a National Book Award finalist, a Michael L. Printz Honor Book recipient, a Coretta Scott King–John Steptoe New Talent Award winner and the first Black woman to hit #1 on the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003eYoung Adult bestseller list. Two of her novels have been made into major motion pictures. She’s also the copublisher of Joy Revolution, a Random House young adult imprint dedicated to love stories starring people of color. She grew up in Jamaica and Brooklyn, New York, and lives in Los Angeles with her husband, the novelist David Yoon, and their daughter.BRTHDAE UISH \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “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.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Phonetic,” I say.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  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.\u003cbr\u003e   \u003cbr\u003e 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.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Impulsively I give her a quick kiss on the forehead to remind her that it’s just me, her favorite patient, her daughter.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e 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.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e 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?”\u003cbr\u003e   \u003cbr\u003e 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.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e 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.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  “OK.” She shakes her head with mock pity. “Anything you want.” She closes her laughing eyes to listen to the stethoscope.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  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.\u003cbr\u003e   \u003cbr\u003e “Perfect.” My mom peers over my shoulders as I finish up. “Just like you.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e I turn to face her. She’s smiling a wide, proud smile at me, but her eyes are bright with tears.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “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.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “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.\u003cbr\u003e   \u003cbr\u003e 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.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 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.\u003cbr\u003e   \u003cbr\u003e 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.\u003cbr\u003e   \u003cbr\u003e “What did you wish for?” she asks as soon as I open my eyes.\u003cbr\u003e   \u003cbr\u003e 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.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e  “World peace,” I say.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Three slices of cake later, we begin a game of Fonetik. I do not win. I don’t even come close.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She uses all seven letters and puts down POKALIP next to an \u003ci\u003eS. POKALIPS\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e   \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“What’s that?” I ask.\u003cbr\u003e   \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Apocalypse,” she says, eyes dancing.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “No, Mom. No way. I can’t give that to you.” \u003cbr\u003e   \u003cbr\u003e “Yes,” is all she says.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Mom, you need an extra \u003ci\u003eA\u003c\/i\u003e. No way.”\u003cbr\u003e   \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Pokalips,” she says for effect, gesturing at the letters. “It totally works.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I shake my head.\u003cbr\u003e   \u003cbr\u003e “P O K A L I P S,” she insists, slowly dragging out the word.\u003cbr\u003e   \u003cbr\u003e “Oh my God, you’re relentless,” I say, throwing my hands up. “OK, OK, I’ll allow it.”\u003cbr\u003e   \u003cbr\u003e “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.”\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I slice myself another piece of cake. “That was not persuasion,” I say. “That was cheating.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “Same same,” she says, and we both laugh.\u003cbr\u003e   \u003cbr\u003e “You can beat me at Honor Pictionary tomorrow,” she says. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e After I lose, we go to the couch and watch our favorite movie, \u003ci\u003eYoung Frankenstein\u003c\/i\u003e. 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.","brand":"Delacorte Press","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46301021896933,"sku":"NP9780553496642","price":19.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780553496642.jpg?v=1767726470","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/everything-everything-isbn-9780553496642","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}