The Immortalists is told in four parts: in each section we are given a glimpse into the adult lives of each the four Gold children who visited a fortune-teller gypsy when they were all young children. The fortune-teller told each of them separately the date they would die. The moral of this book is "words have power," and clearly they do for these now-adults because wow, they surely are impacted by their individual prophecies. The premise is interesting and the first story was engaging, but from there it just gets significantly more depressing. This book makes you think about the advantages of the unknown and how probably we should leave well enough alone when seeking knowledge of our futures. I don't know if knowing the day you were to die would encourage you to "live your best life," but in the case of these four siblings, it seems to have wrought tragedy more than closure or a desire to do "all the things" before death.