This is Nicola Yoon doing what she does best: taking a high-concept premise (magical visions of doomed love) and grounding it in real, messy human emotion. The result is a romance that's sweet without being saccharine, and sad without being nihilistic.
The ballroom dancing angle is legitimately charming and gives the book a sensory, kinetic energy that keeps it from drowning in feelings. X is a great foil to Evie's cynicism without being a manic pixie dream boy—he has his own arc. And reviewers consistently highlight the parent-child dynamics, which suggests Yoon isn't just writing about teen angst in a vacuum.
The emotional weight is real, though. This isn't a breezy beach read. Evie's gift means we experience heartbreak over and over, and her parents' divorce looms large. But the payoff is a story that actually earns its 'is love worth it?' question instead of just posing it.
Solid pick for teens who want romance with substance, or who are working through their own questions about risk, vulnerability, and whether opening your heart is worth the inevitable pain. Just maybe not the book to hand a 12-year-old looking for fluff.






