Have you read Everything, Everything by Nicola Yoon? I only read it about a moth ago when I was going through the list of books being made into movies this year. If you read my review on it you know I was not a fan of some aspects of the book but I loved the diversity in it. I knew I would watch the movie long before I read the book to be honest because I have a thing for adaptations.
Anyway, the trailer is out! It was not out when I made the post on Movie Adaptations 2017 so I thought it wold be great to share it with you.
Honestly, I feel like trailers tend to give away too much nowadays. But I also get why the did it in this trailer. It kind of gives The Fault in Our Stars kind of vibe which could make anyone who has not read the book think they know where the story is going. There’s a lot they shared but it was tactful, kind of manipulative if you think about it with a purpose to give the shock factor when the viewer finally watches the movie.
I think why I really liked the book is the fact that it was the life of teenagers. It was a life without the main focus being race. Many diverse books tend to focus on the common problem faced by the ‘minority’ and I’m not saying that is wrong, it’s just a breathe of fresh air when you get to read a story where you know the characters are diverse but not from the common problems that would normally face them in real life.
Now, my problem with the trailer is that it’s just taken away the diversity I liked in the book. Correct me if I am wrong but wasn’t Maddy’s mum Japanese? She was an Afro-Asian mix, right? So I had a WTF look when I was watching the trailer because seriously, WTF??? I love Anika Noni Rose but why did they have to change that aspect?
What do you think of the trailer? Have you read the book and did you like it?
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.