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.
I really, really wanted to like this book. But it just did not do it fro me.
I liked the premise. The writing was not bad.I liked that it had diversity. But I just couldn’t connect to the main character. I feel like I am supposed to sympathize with her, but I just was unable to.
I found the romance rather cringey and insta-lovey.
I just could not get past the decisions the main character made. The fact that she managed to put up with the consequences of her disease for 16 or 17 years, and she needs a boy to come along to suddenly develop the urge to go out just did not sit with me. Also, I just could not get her decision to go traipsing all the way Hawaii on the first day she got to go outside. I mean, you are already taking a big risk. At least give some time for your body to get used to it. I also cringed when this girl who to avoid as much as touching anyone in order to prevent triggering her disease thought nothing of actually having sex the day she got her freedom. I mean, do you want to live or not?
Unfortunately, I had been spoiled for the ending of the book, so it did not come to me as a huge shocker.However, I did like the ending.