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’m excited because of this sentence: The narrative unfolds via vignettes, diary entries, texts, charts, lists, illustrations, and more. I absolutely adore novels that are told in unconventional ways. This sounds romantic and sad and different and very, very cool. I cannot wait to get my hands on this one. I’m charmed by that cover, too.