Book Title/Author: The Probability of Miracles by Wendy Wunder
Publication Date/Publisher: December 8, 2011/Razorbill
Source and Format: Borrowed from library
Rating: 4 stars
Dry, sarcastic, sixteen-year-old Cam Cooper has spent the last seven years in and out hospitals. The last thing she wants to do in the short life she has left is move 1,500 miles away to Promise, Maine – a place known for the miraculous events that occur there. But it’s undeniable that strange things happen in Promise: everlasting sunsets; purple dandelions; flamingoes in the frigid Atlantic; an elusive boy named Asher; and finally, a mysterious envelope containing a list of things for Cam to do before she dies. As Cam checks each item off the list, she finally learns to believe – in love, in herself, and even in miracles.
Wendy Wunder is now an auto-buy. Can it be time for The Museum of Intangible Things now?
She had gotten used to everlasting sunsets, nighttime rainbows and flamingos flying though the snow. Some small part of her had changed its mind about the probability of miracles. She had almost come to expect them.
The Probability of Miracles is fantastic! I didn’t know if it was going to be like, REAL miracles or what, because that could have gone to cheese-town pretty quick, but some of them were just weird enough to keep everything from being written off as coincidence.
I love Cam. She is so cool and funny and works at freaking Disney World. I could never really forget that she was sick, but I definitely believed that Promise would work for her. She has a great and hilarious and supportive family, she’s diverse and totally into her culture, she’s not afraid of needles going into puppies. I could totally feel her falling in love with Asher – even if I think he’s basically the WORST.
I loved the hidden little town of Promise, Maine. You can only get from a mostly hidden road only visible from the drive through of a local Dunkin Donuts. We don’t get to meet many locals, but I bet there are some characters. It seems like there are waaaaay too many teenagers in this town though.
There were so many tears. I love a good cry, even if it means my heart has been shattered into a million little literary pieces.