JACKET: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.MY REVIEW:Oh man, what can I even say? I read this book in two sittings and it is lovely. A very brisk read that will make you fall head-over-heels in love. Honestly, your life will feel incomplete by the end of it (or even by the middle) because you do not have an Olly of your very own. The fast pace and short, nontraditional chapters remind me a bit of Wink, Poppy, Midnight by April Genevieve Tucholke, as does the clever/heartbreaking/heartmending twist at the end.This is a very deep story that reads in a very simple way. It doesn't give you a headache, it just makes you smile and gasp and cry and cry, (and cry...I cried no less than three times in three hundred pages)...and then you sit back and retroactively realize how utterly poignant it is, this tidy, silly, sad, happy little book. There are a few details that require some suspension of disbelief, but the story whizzes by at such a rapid pace that you don't really have time to mind them.All in all, it seems like a book that everyone, and especially every young person, should read. I highly recommend it!Four stars!