"Listen to me," he says, sounding angry. "We've got prom, we've got graduation, we've got the summer. Then everything changes. Are you going to live all that time until we go afraid?" 
 "Probably." 
 "Please don't." He's still weirdly angry. "Not everyone has to be the Chosen One. Not everyone has to be the guy who saves the world. Most people just have to live their lives the best they can, doing the things that are great for them, having great friends, trying to make their lives better, loving people properly. All the while knowing that the world makes no sense but trying to find a way to be happy anyway." 
 Patrick Ness's forthcoming novel The Rest of Us Just Live Here was, put simply, a load of fun. It was different. It played - quite well, I might add - on the tropes and the types of stories that have flooded young adult literature to date, such as vampires, zombies, mythological gods, cancer, and so on. But this isn't a book that will leave you emotionally traumatised. 
 I felt as though I related to the struggles of Mikey, of being an ordinary kid but seeing so many others around you achieving things you only wish you could achieve as well. Or feeling like you're unimportant. Or even the whole trying to break out of the 'loop' thing. However, I waited the last third of the book out for there to be an emotional pull in the novel, but there was none. An extensive talk between Mikey and his psychiatrist or the scenes between Mikey and his best friend Jason may be the answer, but they weren't enough. For me, there was more plot than there was story. 
 But who said this was going to be heavy in the first place? No one. The Rest of Us Just Live Here is not a book I'll remember for what it held; rather I'll remember it for what it was: entertaining. A plane read. A beach read.