If I Stay by Gayle Foreman (YA)

In the blink of an eye everything changes. Seventeen-year-old Mia has no memory of the accident; she can only recall what happened afterwards, watching her own damaged body being taken from the wreck. Little by little she struggles to put together the pieces - to figure out what she has lost, what she has left, and the very difficult choice she must make.

This book was a suggestion from a teacher to read and i ended up purchasing 3 copies for the library. Mia, a gifted Cellist ready to go on a full scholarship to Julliard, takes an impromptu road trip on a snow day that kills her two parents and lands Mia and her younger brother in the hospital. You read the story through Mia’s eyes as she watches and listens to family, friends and boyfriend make their way to watch over her during her Coma.
It is Mia’s choice wether she chooses to stay or to go and the novel goes through current happenings from her visitors and the memories they stir to help her make her choice.
The story is so powerful i couldn’t help but get choked up at a couple parts, and thankfully the author doesn’t give away any of her ending till the actual end of the novel.

Excerpt from the Book:

I spin away. This isn't right. This cannot be happening. We are a family, going on a drive. This isn't real. I must have fallen asleep in the car. No! Stop. Please stop. Please wake up! I scream into the chilly air. It's cold. My breath should smoke. It doesn't. I stare down at my wrist, the one that looks fine, untouched by blood and gore, and I pinch as hard as I can.
I don't feel a thing.
I have had nightmares before—falling nightmares, playing-a-cello-recital-without-knowing-the-music nightmares, breakup-up-with-Adam-nightmares—but I have always been able to command myself to open my eyes, to lift my head from the pillow, to halt the horror movie playing behind my closed lids. I try again. Wake up! I scream. Wake up! Wakeupwakeupwakeup! But I can't. I don't.
Then I hear something. It's the music. I can still hear the music. So I concentrate on that. I finger the notes of Beethoven's Cello Sonata No. 3 with my hands, as I often do when I listen to pieces I am working on. Adam calls it air cello. He's always asking me if one day we can play a duet, him on air-guitar, me on air-cello. "When we're done, we can thrash our air instruments," he jokes. "You know you want to."
I play, just focusing on that, until the last bit of life in the car dies, and the music goes with it.
It isn't long after that the sirens come.

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