I found Megan both inspiring and infuriating...I know, what a mix. You see, I was maddened by the fact that she made all these plans, dreamed all these dreams, and they were within her grasp time and again, only to slip through more often than not on account of fear. I'm not saying I wouldn't have had some as well after all she went through, but she was given a new lease on life so to speak...it seemed wasted to not actually LIVE. Now, as much as she exasperated me, she also warmed my heart as I made connections with her, grew to understand her motivations (and fears), and watched her finally take hold the reigns of her future and give them a good shake. Seeing her come into her own, stand on her own two feet, reverse roles with the sister she revered all these years, and finally get her kiss in the rain, was almost magical. Was I saddened it took a young girl's life ending for her to get her chance? Of course, who wouldn't be...but I was also incredibly moved by the gift her and her family gave; the gift of not only "life", but of understanding. Amanda hadn't lived a cakewalk herself, but those dark times she captured between the pages, and the bucket list she kept for her future self did more than keep her spirits up, but inspired another life to move forward.
In the end, it was a beautiful story about life's ups and downs, but mostly about LIFE itself. The title itself can be taken many ways...from the obvious donor and recipient angle to that between sisters, families, and potential loves...but the story's intention is clear. Every day is a gift. Good, bad, or somewhere in between, it should be cherished because we never know just how many "presents" we have left.