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Everything, everything / Nicola Yoon ; interior illustrations by David Yoon.

By: Yoon, Nicola [author.].
Contributor(s): Yoon, David [illustrator.].
Material type: materialTypeLabelBookPublisher: New York : Delacorte Press, [2015] ©2015Description: 310 pages : illustrations ; 22 cm.Content type: text | still image Media type: unmediated Carrier type: volumeISBN: 9780552574235; 0552574236.Subject(s): Friendship -- Juvenile fiction | Love -- Juvenile fiction | Allergy -- Juvenile fiction | Racially mixed people -- Juvenile fictionGenre/Form: Teen fiction.DDC classification: [Fic] Summary: The story of a teenage girl who's literally allergic to the outside world. When a new family moves in next door, she begins a complicated romance that challenges everything she's ever known. The narrative unfolds via vignettes, diary entries, texts, charts, lists, illustrations, and more.
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Madeline Whittier is allergic to the outside world. So allergic, in fact, that she has never left the house in all of her seventeen years. But when Olly moves in next door, and wants to talk to Maddie, tiny holes start to appear in the protective bubble her mother has built around her. Olly writes his IM address on a piece of paper, shows it at her window, and suddenly, a door opens. But does Maddie dare to step outside her comfort zone?

Everything, Everything is about the thrill and heartbreak that happens when we break out of our shell to do crazy, sometimes death-defying things for love.

The story of a teenage girl who's literally allergic to the outside world. When a new family moves in next door, she begins a complicated romance that challenges everything she's ever known. The narrative unfolds via vignettes, diary entries, texts, charts, lists, illustrations, and more.

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BRTHDAE UISH   "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 All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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Publishers Weekly Review

Madeline "Maddy" Whittier, an 18-year-old, has severe combined immunodeficiency, a rare condition that renders her allergic to nearly everything and requires her to live inside a carefully sealed environment. That doesn't stop her from falling in love with Olly, the boy next door. Since much of the novel is told from Maddy's point of view, reader Turpin's versatility is on full display here, not only with Maddy and Olly but also with Maddy's anxious, protective mother and Carla, her loving, funny nurse. Actor Daymond occasionally chimes in to read Olly's messages to Maddy. Voice-over veterans Hillary Huber and Ann Marie Lee also appear in brief, unheralded cameos, giving voice to the parts of the story that feature other narrative devices such as journal entries, medical reports, and other kinds of text. At times, these abrupt transitions give the audiobook a disjointed feel, but Turpin's performance is stellar. Ages 12-up. A Delacorte hardcover. (Sept.) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.

School Library Journal Review

Gr 7 Up-Yoon's superb debut begins and ends with books. Stories are how 18-year-old Madeline has survived with Severe Combined Immunodeficiency-"you know it as `bubble baby disease'"-in her sanitized world that includes only her doctor mother and a nurse. She's been content enough with taking classes via Skype, having movie nights with Mom, and posting Tumblr book reviews, until Olly and his troubled family move in next door. What begins with glimpses through windows progresses to computer screens, until love proves unavoidable and the truth inevitable. Narrator Bahni Turpin showcases her signature diverse range, effortlessly voicing 18-year-old mixed-race Japanese African American Madeline, her middle-aged mother, and her nurse, a Mexican immigrant. Although Robbie Daymond faultlessly narrates Olly's online exchanges, the effect is noticeably jarring when Turpin reclaims the narration-including as Olly. Brief drop-ins by veterans Hillary Huber and Anne Marie Lee reading minor characters' life-altering messages are thoughtful enhancements. VERDICT Swooning first-love-with-a-seriously-ill-partner novels are undoubtedly multiplying; this is the best multicultural choice of them all. ["Everything, Everything is wonderful, wonderful": SLJ 8/15 starred review of the Delacorte book.]-Terry Hong, Smithsonian BookDragon, Washington, DC © Copyright 2015. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

Booklist Review

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.--Barnes, Jennifer Copyright 2015 Booklist

Horn Book Review

Yoons debut novel adds a twist to the time-honored genre of a terminally ill teen seizing his or her final days: for Maddywho is suffering from Severe Combined Immunodeficiency and who, allergic to the world, hasnt left her house in seventeen yearsits living to the fullest that would kill her. Maddy is resigned to her sequestered existence of online classes, voracious reading, and human contact with only her devoted mother and a sympathetic home nurse, until fellow teen Ollyisolated in his own way by an abusive father and frequent relocationmoves in next door. He and Maddy begin a secret friendship that blossoms into romance, then escalates into euphoria and then disaster when the couple runs away to Hawaii. The amalgamation of brief narrative chapters, emails, chat transcripts, sketches, and other visually distinct ephemera lends a jagged immediacy to this unconventional love story, and the minimalist intensity of Yoons prose is well suited to the unfiltered wonder with which Maddy experiences the world outside her bubble. With its assured twists, matter-of-fact presentation of a biracial (black and Asian) protagonist, and sensitive depiction of loneliness in many different forms, Everything, Everything offers a thoughtful exploration of how we define life and living, while still delivering a breathless romance. claire e. gross (c) Copyright 2015. The Horn Book, Inc., a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

Kirkus Book Review

Suffering from "bubble baby disease," Madeline has lived for 18 years in a sterile, sealed house with her physician mother. Madeline is a bright, witty young woman who makes the best of life with a compromised immune system by playing games with her mother, studying with online tutors, and writing brief spoiler book reviews on Tumblr. Her life is turned upside down when a troubled new family moves in next door and she sees Olly for the first time. Olly, a white boy "with a pale honey tan" and parcours moves, wants to meet her, but Madeline's mother turns him away. With the help of an indestructible Bundt cake, Olly perseveres until he gets her email address. Madelinehalf Japanese, half African-Americanchronicles her efforts to get to know Olly as she considers risking everything to be with him. She confides to her wise and understanding nurse, Carla, the truth she keeps from her overprotective mother: that it's painfully hard to be a teenager with a crush, yearning to venture outside and experience the world. Spot art by the author's husband, occasional lists in Madeline's handwriting, emails, and instant-messaging transcripts add a lively dimension to Madeline's quirky character. In her debut, Jamaican-American Yoon gives readers complex characters and rich dialogue that ranges from humorous to philosophical. This heartwarming story transcends the ordinary by exploring the hopes, dreams, and inherent risks of love in all of its forms. (Fiction. 12-17) Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.