Zac & Mia by A.J. Betts


If I had to sum this book up in one word, it would be this: disappointing. And maybe it was my fault for having such high expectations, but really, this novel was just a good idea with terrible follow through and execution.

Zac is having a relapse. His leukemia is back with a vengeance, so he's back in the hospital getting a bone marrow transplant. And now there's a newbie that's moved into the room next to him. She's moody, has terrible taste in music, and yells at her mother whenever she's in the room. But she's the first person in the cancer wing in a long time that is his age, and he can't help but pay attention to her.

What starts with a knock on the adjoining wall at 3:00 a.m. turns into a friendship that neither one of them was looking for, a support neither or them could have ever imagined. Zac and Mia are two people in the worst of circumstances, but they have each other. And seems to be the only thing that matters.

This book made me so mad, right from the beginning. First of all, I'm tired of books targeted for fans of The Fault in Our Stars because right away I know that it's not going to live up to it. But worse, the first 100 pages was such a rip off. It felt like the author jumped onto the "kids with cancer" genre because she knew it would give her book attention right off the bat, not because she had a story to tell. There were so many similarities to TFiOS, I almost stopped reading 30 pages in. It was a bad copy of a good thing, and I was so disgusted with it.

But I powered through the shit, promising myself that I would at least get to 100 pages before I quit. And of course, it was right at that point when the novel decided to get a little bit interesting. It was branching off in a way I hadn't expected, and I wanted to know how it was going to play out. I regret that decision. This book went nowhere interesting.

And I hated Mia. She was a spoiled brat who was so completely self-centered that it made me sick. I dreaded her narration so much because I despised hearing her stupid, immature thoughts. I understand that the idea that everyone who has cancer is a saint isn't actually true, and that there is a long of anger with this disease, but it wasn't just that Mia was immensely angry about her situation. She was just a bitch.

This book wasn't the worst thing I've ever read, but there's not a single person I would recommend it to.

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