You Are The Everything ★★★☆☆

An unusual, often confusing tale of a boy and a girl who are the sole survivors of a plane crash, and the relationship that blossoms afterwards.

Can you want something—or someone—so badly that you change your destiny? Elyse Schmidt never would have believed it, until it happened to her. When Elyse and her not-so-secret crush, Josh Harris, are the sole survivors of a plane crash, tragedy binds them together. It’s as if their love story is meant to be. Everything is perfect, or as perfect as it can be when you’ve literally fallen out of the sky and landed hard on the side of a mountain—until suddenly it isn’t. And when the pieces of Elyse’s life stop fitting together, what is left?

Elyse and Josh are brought together after a terrible tragedy, and You Are The Everything follows their journeys to recovery and acceptance of their trauma. I’ll say one thing that I loved about this book: it had an excellent portrayal PTSD and anxiety.

But that was just about it’s only shining star.

Everything else was relatively confusing and unsatisfactory. I was bored by a lot of the story and the prose left a lot to be desired. I didn’t hate the book necessarily, just didn’t enjoy my time reading it. Every time I picked up You Are The Everything, I found myself wishing I could pick up anything else.


I didn’t care for Elyse or Josh. A lot of things happened that were confusing and never truly explained.

That is, until we got to the big plot twist at the end.

And it can’t even be called a plot twist if it was basically plain as day from the get-go. There was little mystery to it, and no shock value. It was a cliche, and not in the best sense of the term. Some cliches work. This one did not.

And ***SPOILERS*** the fact that it was all a dream/hallucination/trick of the mind right before Elyse was really supposed to die just made me feel like the entire book was a waste of time.

Published by Magdalyn Ann

I'm a 20 something YA/Fantasy author looking to spread my stories around the world. My strengths seem to lie in procrastination, puppies and puns. Apparently alliteration as well.

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