"Losing you wounded me. Probably more than you know. If I hurt you just as deeply, I’m sorry."
This was a somewhat refreshing story to read.
Refreshing but not memorable, if I have to be honest.
It does not happen that often that the focus point of a YA contemporary is not romance, and so when it actually happens you just gotta jump at the occasion and read the damn book.
This was indeed a YA contemporary which heavily centered around friendship and what it means to stop being friend with your BFF – the one person you could not imagine your life without.
And wow, isn't that one of the most painful feelings you could ever experience...
The main topic being something more towards the platonic side of things was lovely to read and experience. There still was romance, but it was not the forefront of the story.
It was a coming-of-age that tackled the deep pain the end of a friendship can cause.
The characters were relatable and enjoyable.
The writing style was good and the plot was smooth if maybe at times a bit too slow.
But can you guess what I am about to say?
Can you feel it in the air?
Can you feel this sense of unease floating around?
Would this even be a Rather Random Review™️ if things did not get awkward and slightly uncomfortable?
As a matter of fact, in the air, there is my complete lack of actual interest towards the story.
In the air, there is me being ever so slightly bored.
In the air, there is how average everything felt for me.
As I have said, I liked how friendship was the true protagonist of the story, but I thought that everything was just too childish and juvenile.
The writing style was a bit too simple and the characters were too naive and sounded too young.
For these reasons I would say that When You Were Everything inscribed itself in the lower side of YA. Which is not a bad thing, but it was simply not for me.
Cleo sounded young and seemed young and acted young. Frustratingly so.
And I simply could not, for the life of me, relate.
I just could not.
The childish/juvinile atmosphere and the trope-y romance did not vibe with me. The love interest was the new kid in town (which is a trope I do not particularly enjoy) and I thought the romance was a bit too sappy and cheesy.
Call me heartless. Call me cold-hearted.
Call me as you like, because if will not change the fact that I was not a fan of the romance.
Anyhow.
There was nothing remarkably bad about this book, but there was also nothing remarkably good.
It was, with all the due respect, nothing to write home about.
It was honestly pretty much forgettable.
Harsh but true.
It was a very much middle-of-the-road book, and I can already tell you I am forgetting almost everything about it.
This was not bad, do not get me wrong!
It was an enjoyable, easy read about the pains of an ended friendship.
As a topic, I think that is massively overlooked in YA contemporary, which mainly goes around romance, so reading When You Were Everything was welcome.
But I was not blown away, impressed or particularly engaged unfortunately.
If you needed any more proofs regarding how cynical I can be, look no further.
I am, indeed, a cynical, awkward potato.
"Why should he decide when he wants to be my friend? Why does everyone else get to pick when they want to be close to me and when they don't? I'm sick of it."