✰ 2.5 stars ✰
“The world looks different through newly opened eyes, Virgilio. It’s the trick of time. What you believe today, you may not believe tomorrow.
Things change when you’re not looking. And then you open your eyes, and you see—”
Sad to say that this 2018 Newbery Medal recipient did not win any favors with me. Even sadder that Hello, Universe is my third go with Erin Entrada Kelly, and striking out at the third hit really is a downer. 🙎🏻 For as much as I appreciate the unique ways in which she aimed to address certain themes, the prevailing factors of annoyance outweighed the good. 'Some friendships are meant to be' and when you have such a distinctive and diverse cast, it is interesting to see how the stars align for their paths to collide.
It's sad that it takes Chet, an eleven-year-old ignorant and cruel bully who feels no remorse for his ill-tempered and rude behavior, who by the means of the author chalks it up to his father's influence, but it is the unique way in which this misfits search for a way to connect is what sets off a life-changing adventure for each of them. 😟 From Kaori, a self-proclaimed psychic who communicates with the spirit world, her younger sister, Gen, who definitely amped the vibe with her blithe attitude, Valencia, the deaf girl and the object of Virgil's crush, Virgil a quiet, shy Filipino boy who adores his guinea pig, Gulliver, and who unexpectedly ends up in a precarious position - one which will have all their efforts and powers collide in order for them to rescue Virgil and help each other. ✨
“It’s fate. I know it,” Kaori said. “Somehow the universe figures these things out.”
“How?”
“Like putting them in the same place at the same time, or using a special force like me to help them find their way.”
I wish I could say that I enjoyed it; it's a simple story with an important message of believing in your strengths and finding courage even in the darkest hour. It weaves a yarn of how we can either rely on nature to take its course or believe in the powers of the universe to guide the way. But, it was just something about it that did not strike a heartwarming chord with me. 'It was an odd sensation to be thinking of someone and have her unexpectedly appear. Like thoughts come to life.' 😥 Perhaps its heavy reliance on whether it was fate or coincidence that led to the events to unfold the way it did made it seem less of an enchanting read. How the universe is being pulled by the strings of fate for life to play out. Yes, I saw the way in which within a span of less than 24 hours' events can play in the hand of making the young children find reason to believe that it was by chance that they met up the way it did, or how certain moments played out how they did. I did not understand either why we had to shift between the first and third person; it made little to no sense, at all. 🙍🏻♀️
It's just that significant attributes of behavior were not what sat well with me - little points that stood out. Like, I'm not one to dismiss anyone's beliefs or way of life or thinking, but even in a children's book, I think the editors could have excluded the notion of Valencia tossing away the Church proposal in the trash can; regardless of whether she is searching for her own existence in life, this point of inclusion did not sit well with me. And I'm a Muslim. So to even shed light on Valencia questioning her own principles and religious or spiritual beliefs, there was no need to be so blatantly disrespectful to someone else's.
It's a moot point, but it stood out. Even if you argue that it's only just a short look - nearly not enough time to paint enough of a picture of a bully - but, do you have to have the bully constantly use the word, Retardo? Slurs and derogatory words are not the only way to have a bully behave like a bully, and the extensive use of it did not feel necessary - 'meanness always shows on people’s faces.' 😒 Yes, fine, but it felt so extensive and just rubbed me the wrong way; especially, when no one even calls him out on it for his highly inappropriate comments. At one point, I thought he would get what was coming to him, but even that faded away into nothingness... 😕
What further irked me was why did each of these 'distinctive' characters have such a horrible relationship with their parents? Not one redeeming factor to each of their family lives - is that another thing being chalked up to the universe treating it that way? The parents were uncaring and dismissive - just so generally disinterested with their children's well-being - even Virgil standing up to his parents at the end did not feel satisfying. 'I asked my parents once if I could take a class, but they don’t think it’s necessary because of my hearing aids.' 🤨 Like, really? Does this story only work, because they are bound by their own dismissal of their parents? That, perhaps, this was intentional, to show how the universe operates? Valencia's own parents not wishing to teach her sign language, when she's deaf? Kaori addressing her parents as Mr. and Mrs.?? Dismissing their love as something with a hidden meaning to it. If there was a point to this take on parent-children dynamics, I failed to see it. 🙂↔️🙂↔️
“He didn’t know if he believed in fate, but it made sense. How else to explain such a coincidence?”
I liked Gen; she seemed like the only real and likable character, who may have been the typical younger sister who was always spouting what she thought and felt, but she had a lot of heart and soul to her. Not entirely fazed by the existence of other forces at work, but, rather seeming to appreciate the essence of the presence of the now, itself. That was pleasing to see. Virgil's grandmother, Lola, was the nurturing and understanding voice of the narrative; one who treated Virgil with the care and regard that he so desperately needed to appreciate his own value and worth.
Her words of wisdom as well as her spiritual guidance served as an anchor for Virgil in his darkest hour; the addition of magic to help him believe that he will make it out alive was an interesting surprise, but handled well. 🫂 'People don’t want to listen to their thoughts, so they fill the world with noise.' Was Ruby a figment of his imagination? Or was she a voice of an echo long lost and forgotten - trapped much like he was? And Virgil being trapped in the well was harrowing and vividly haunting in the way the author enhanced his fear of abandonment and loneliness. 😔
Finding the courage to be brave in the dark and in isolation - it was painful to see but vividly described. 'That was their name for him: Turtle. Because he wouldn’t “come out of his shell.” Every time they said it, a piece of him broke.' 🥺 My heart ached for him at how much sadness and loneliness he carried - wanting to be treated with love and equality by his family, not to be dismissed simply because he was quiet, searching for the right words to approach the girl of his affections - it's all emotions so relatable to a middle grade reader, and portrayed well, too, and how he eventually faced his fears and became a bayani - a hero. ❤️🩹❤️🩹
“It feels anticlimactic after everything, but sometimes things don’t end the way you expect them to.”
Took the words right out of my mouth! 😮💨 It did not feel like a whole read - more like bits that it touched upon and then just left you holding your hand out for more - waiting for it to be complete. Virgil even not having anyone to share in his traumatic ordeal was rather heartbreaking, too! I just wasn't as invested in the story as I could have been; it had potential, but the delivery ran rather stale for me. 'If you didn't have bad things, you wouldn't have good things. They would all just be things. Did you ever think about that?' 🧐 And as much as I can admit that it perhaps was intentional for the author to end in on an abrupt note - one that serves that much of what has already taken place was simply a precursor to a much larger scale of saying Hello to the universe - it still does not make me forget all the unpleasantries that led to this conclusion. Of how so much can feel inconsequential and yet play such a big role in shaping what took place within a day. It feels dismissive and also still leaves the question unanswered of how much of life has us to believe that it is led by fate or simply just a coincidence? 🤷🏻♀️