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Summary
Summary
A New York Times Bestseller
A girl falls in love with someone who wakes up in a different body each morning in this enthralling and poignant follow-up to the New York Times bestseller Every Day .
David Levithan (co-author of Will Grayson, Will Grayson with John Green) turns his New York Times bestseller Every Day on its head by flipping perspectives in this exploration of love and how it can change you.
Every day is the same for Rhiannon. She has accepted her life, convinced herself that she deserves her distant, temperamental boyfriend, Justin, even established guidelines by which to live: Don't be too needy. Avoid upsetting him. Never get your hopes up.
Until the morning everything changes. Justin seems to see her, to want to be with her for the first time, and they share a perfect day--a perfect day Justin doesn't remember the next morning. Confused, depressed, and desperate for another day as great as that one, Rhiannon starts questioning everything. Then, one day, a stranger tells her that the Justin she spent that day with, the one who made her feel like a real person . . . wasn't Justin at all.
And don't miss the Every Day major motion picture - coming to theaters February 23, 2018
PRAISE FOR ANOTHER DAY
"It's a tricky concept, but in Levithan's hands it works." --EW.com
" A] richly developed story that takes readers deep into its co-protagonists' beings. . . . Though Levithan considers this to be the earlier novel's 'twin, ' it has a separate, deeply satisfying identity and can be read on its own." -- Booklist , Starred
PRAISE FOR EVERY DAY
"A story that is always alluring, oftentimes humorous and much like love itself--splendorous." --Los Angeles Times
Author Notes
David Levithan was born in 1972. He graduated from Brown University in 1994 and is a senior editor at Scholastic. He has written numerous books including Boy Meets Boy, The Realm of Possibility, Every Day, and Another Day.
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Reviews (4)
Horn Book Review
In Every Day (rev. 11/12), we heard from A, a gender-neutral sixteen-year-old character who wakes up in a different body each morning. As readers may recall, the day A inhabited Justin, s/he fell in love with Justins girlfriend Rhiannon and tried to pursue a relationship with her, which was made complicated by As constantly changing form. Another Day relates the same events, but from Rhiannons point of view. A already understood (and described, in Every Day) how strange their encounters must be for Rhiannon, so much of what Rhiannon shares in her narration will be unsurprising to those whove read that book. But Another Day gives us a few insights into Rhiannons motivations, particularly into why she stays as long as she does with the aloof Justin, whose emotional needs she understands better than most people do. When A inhabits the suicidal Kelsea, Rhiannon thinks, This is the girl Id be if I hadnt met Justin; she mentioned her past suicidal thoughts briefly to A in Every Day, but its only here that we learn they were more than fleeting ideas. That glimpse into Rhiannons past awakens sympathy and deepens Another Days exploration of one young womans identity and place in the world. Rhiannons sense of devotion leads to an ending thats more unsettled than the ending was from As point of view. Could a (chronological) sequel be in the works? shoshana flax (c) Copyright 2015. The Horn Book, Inc., a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
Booklist Review
*Starred Review* Rhiannon has a love-hate relationship with her acerbic boyfriend, Justin. Yet one wonderful day, it's all about love between them, and hate isn't even a blip on the horizon. But then she meets a stranger who explains what however improbable has happened to make that one day so perfect. The stranger is A from Levithan's earlier novel Every Day (2012), the boy who inhabits a different body and persona each day. He has fallen in love with Rhiannon, who gradually begins to return his feelings. But how, given A's condition of being, can they ever be together? What kind of future can they have? And how does Justin fit in? Everything about relationships is examined in this thoughtful, insightful novel of ideas and identities. While this could have been nothing but an offbeat premise, it is so much more a richly developed story that takes readers deep into its coprotagonists' beings. Though Levithan considers this to be the earlier novel's twin, it has a separate, deeply satisfying identity and can be read on its own. Readers will be grateful for that while hoping to hear more about Rhiannon and A, for whom they will surely have developed a deep affection. HIGH-DEMAND BACKSTORY: A sequel to the best-selling Every Day will already be on to-buy and to-read lists; the publisher's extensive promotional plan will push it to the top.--Cart, Michael Copyright 2015 Booklist
School Library Journal Review
Gr 10 Up-In Every Day (Knopf, 2012), Levithan presented the story of A, a teenager who wakes up daily in other teens' bodies. During one of those "hops," A meets Rhiannon, the beautiful but insecure girlfriend of a boy who treats her as nothing more than an object for his needs. This companion novel gives readers the story from Rhiannon's point of view and her growing affection for A (who she is most attracted to when inhabiting a male body, despite the character not identifying as male or female). Rhiannon's character development is solid: she goes from a needy doormat who thinks that because Justin does not hit her or cheat on her that he is a good boyfriend into a person who goes after what she wants. Things do not go smoothly along the way, as she finds ways to meet A, which destroys her relationship with Justin and impacts her reputation. Still, she and A fall for each other, and though the story ends with a resolution that A thinks is best for her, in this volume's conclusion we see that she may not accept that decision so readily. Although much of the novel is a repeat of the first work, readers who have not read Every Day will be lost. The action moves at a leisurely pace but not so much that the narrative becomes boring. Frequent episodes of underage drinking and sex makes this title more suitable for older teens. VERDICT Purchase where A's original story is popular.-Suanne B. Roush, formerly at Osceola High School, Seminole, FL © Copyright 2015. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
Kirkus Review
Waking up in a new body each day ain't easyneither is trying to keep track of the person who does. Readers first met A in Levithan's ethereal 2013 novel, Every Day (2013). A is a being neither male nor female who wakes up inhabiting a different teenage body every morning. There's no rhyme or reason for the bodies that A inhabits; they come in all sorts and sizes of teenslarge, slight, Caucasian, Asian, athletic, popular, clinically depressed. All are of a similar age, and all tend to be within a certain geographical radius. Where the first novel was told from A's perspective, this companion novel serves as the former's mirror image, following the heroine of the first book, 16-year-old Rhiannon, whose boyfriend Justin is taken over by A in the first chaptera meeting first recounted in the previous book through A's eyes. The two forge an unlikely connection and, after A persuades Rhiannon of the truth, fall in love. What follows is their struggle to stay together despite A's drifter status with no permanent body. Where the first novel carried some air of mystery and intrigue, this one focuses primarily on the relationship and the drama that results. Like the first effort, the theme and tone line up pretty much perfectly with Levithan's dreamy, higher-than-the-stars characters and ideas. Still, nothing really new or earth shattering is revealed other than Levithan's ability to tell the same story from a different perspective. A fast-paced, absorbing companion. (Fantasy. 12-17) Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.
Excerpts
Excerpts
Chapter One I watch his car as it pulls into the parking lot. I watch him get out of it. I am in the corner of his eye, moving toward its center--but he isn't looking for me. He's heading into school without noticing I'm right here. I could call out for him, but he doesn't like that. He says it's something needy girls do, always calling out to their boyfriends. It hurts that I can be so full of him while he's so empty of me. I wonder if last night is the reason he isn't looking for me. I wonder if our fight is still happening. Like most of our fights, it's about something stupid, with other non-stupid things right underneath. All I did was ask him if he wanted to go to Steve's party on Saturday. That was it. And he asked me why, on Sunday night, I was already asking him about Saturday. He said I'm always doing this, trying to pin him down, as if he won't want to be with me if I don't ask him about it months ahead of time. I told him it wasn't my fault he's always afraid of plans, afraid of figuring out what's next. Mistake. Calling him afraid was a big mistake. That's probably the only word he heard. "You have no idea what you're talking about," he said. "I was talking about a party at Steve's house on Saturday," I told him, my voice way too upset for either of us. "That's all." But that's not all. Justin loves me and hates me as much as I love him and hate him. I know that. We each have our triggers, and we should never reach in to pull them. But sometimes we can't help ourselves. We know each other too well, but never well enough. I am in love with someone who's afraid of the future. And, like a fool, I keep bringing it up. I follow him. Of course I do. Only a needy girl would be mad at her boyfriend because he didn't notice her in a parking lot. As I'm walking to his locker, I wonder which Justin I'll find there. It probably won't be Sweet Justin, because it's rare for Sweet Justin to show up at school. And hopefully it won't be Angry Justin, because I haven't done anything that wrong, I don't think. I'm hoping for Chill Justin, because I like Chill Justin. When he's around, we can all calm down. I stand there as he takes his books out of his locker. I look at the back of his neck because I am in love with the back of his neck. There is something so physical about it, something that makes me want to lean over and kiss it. Finally, he looks at me. I can't read his expression, not right away. It's like he's trying to figure me out at the same time I'm trying to figure him out. I think maybe this is a good sign, because maybe it means he's worried about me. Or it's a bad sign, because he doesn't understand why I'm here. "Hey," he says. "Hey," I say back. There's something really intense about the way he's looking at me. I'm sure he's finding something wrong. There's always something wrong for him to find. But he doesn't say anything. Which is weird. Then, even weirder, he asks me, "Are you okay?" I must look really pathetic if he's asking me that. "Sure," I tell him. Because I don't know what the answer is supposed to be. I am not okay--that's actually the answer. But it's not the right answer to say to him. I know that much. If this is some kind of trap, I don't appreciate it. If this is payback for what I said last night, I want it over with. "Are you mad at me?" I ask, not sure I want to know the answer. And he goes, "No. I'm not mad at you at all." Liar. When we have problems, I'm usually the one who sees them. I do the worrying for both of us. I just can't tell him about it too often, because then it's almost like I'm bragging that I understand what's going on while he doesn't. Uncertainty. Do I ask about last night? Or do I pretend it never happened--that it never happens? "Do you still want to get lunch today?" I ask. It's only after I ask that I realize I'm trying to make plans again. Maybe I am a needy girl, after all. "Absolutely," Justin says. "Lunch would be great." Bullshit. He's playing with me. He has to be. "No big deal," he adds. I look at him, and it seems genuine. Maybe I'm wrong to assume the worst. And maybe I've managed to make him feel stupid by being so surprised. I take his hand and hold it. If he's willing to step back from last night, I am, too. This is what we do. When the stupid fights are over, we're good. "I'm glad you're not mad at me," I tell him. "I just want everything to be okay." He knows I love him. I know he loves me. That is never the question. The question is always how we'll deal with it. Time. The bell rings. I have to remind myself that school is not a thing that exists solely to give us a place to be together. "I'll see you later," he says. I hold on to that. It's the only thing that will get me through the empty space that follows. I was watching one of my shows, and one of the housewives was like, "He's a fuckup, but he's my fuckup," and I thought, Oh, shit, I really shouldn't be relating to this, but I am, and so what? That has to be what love is--seeing what a mess he is and loving him anyway, because you know you're a mess, too, maybe even worse. We weren't an hour into our first date before Justin was setting off the alarms. "I'm warning you--I'm trouble," he said over dinner at TGI Fridays. "Total trouble." "And do you warn all the other girls?" I replied, flirting. But what I got back wasn't flirtation. It was real. "No," he said. "I don't." This was his way of letting me know that I was someone he cared about. Even at the very beginning. He hadn't meant to tell me. But there it was. And even though he's forgotten a lot of other details about that first date, he's never forgotten what he said. I warned you! he'll yell at me on nights when it's really bad, really hard. You can't say I didn't warn you! Sometimes this only makes me hold him tighter. Sometimes I've already let go, feeling awful that there's nothing I can do. The only time our paths intersect in the morning is between first and second periods, so I look for him then. We only have a minute to share, sometimes less, but I'm always thankful. It's like I'm taking attendance. Love? Here! Even if we're tired (which is pretty much always) and even if we don't have much to say, I know he won't just pass me by. Today I smile, because, all things considered, the morning went pretty well. And he smiles back at me. Good signs. I am always looking for good signs. I head to Justin's class as soon as fourth period is over, but he hasn't waited for me. So I go to the cafeteria, to where we usually sit. He's not there, either. I ask Rebecca if she's seen him. She says she hasn't, and doesn't seem too surprised that I'm looking. I decide to ignore that. I check my locker and he's not there. I'm starting to think he's forgotten, or was playing with me all along. I decide to check his locker, even though it's about as far from the cafeteria as you can get. He never stops there before lunch. But I guess today he has, because there he is. I'm happy to see him, but also exhausted. It's just so much work. He looks worse than I feel, staring into his locker like there's a window in there. In some people, this would mean daydreams. But Justin doesn't daydream. When he's gone, he's really gone. Now he's back. Right when I get to him. "Hey," he says. "Hey," I say back. I'm hungry, but not that hungry. The most important thing is for us to be in the same place. I can do that anywhere. He's putting all of his books in his locker now, as if he's done with the day. I hope nothing's wrong. I hope he's not giving up. If I'm going to be stuck here, I want him stuck here, too. He stands up and puts his hand on my arm. Gentle. Way too gentle. It's something I'd do to him, not something he'd do to me. I like it, but I also don't like it. "Let's go somewhere," he says. "Where do you want to go?" Again, I think there has to be a right answer to this question, and that if I get it wrong, I will ruin everything. He wants something from me, but I'm not sure what. "I don't know," I tell him. He takes his hand off my arm and I think, okay, wrong answer. But then he takes my hand. "Come on," he says. There's an electricity in his eyes. Power. Light. He closes the locker and pulls me forward. I don't understand. We're walking hand in hand through the almost-empty halls. We never do this. He gets this grin on his face and we go faster. It's like we're little kids at recess. Running, actually running down the halls. People look at us like we're insane. It's so ridiculous. He swings us by my locker and tells me to leave my books here, too. I don't understand, but I go along with it--he's in a great mood, and I don't want to do anything that will break it. Once my locker's closed, we keep going. Right out the door. Simple as that. Escape. We're always talking about how we want to leave, and this time we're doing it. I figure he'll take me out for pizza or something. Maybe be late to fifth period. We get to his car and I don't even want to ask him what we're doing. I just want to let him do it. He turns and asks, "Where do you want to go? Tell me, truly, where you'd love to go." Strange. He's asking me as if I'm the one who knows the right answer. I really hope this isn't a trick. I really hope I won't regret this. I say the first thing that comes to my mind. "I want to go to the ocean. I want you to take me to the ocean." I figure he'll laugh and say what he really meant was that we should go to his house while his parents are gone and spend the afternoon having sex and watching TV. Or that he's trying to prove a point about not making plans, to prove that I like being spontaneous better. Or he'll tell me to go have fun at the ocean while he gets lunch. All of these are possibilities, and they all play at the same time in my head. The only thing I'm not expecting is for him to think it's a good idea. "Okay," he says, pulling out of the parking lot. I still assume he's joking, but then he's asking me the best way to get there. I tell him which highways we should take--there's a beach my family used to go to a lot in the summer, and if we're going to the ocean, we might as well go there. As he steers, I can tell he's enjoying himself. It should put me at ease, but it's making me nervous. It would be just like Justin to take me somewhere really special in order to dump me. Make a big production of it. Maybe leave me stranded there. I don't actually think this is going to happen--but it's possible. As a way of proving to me that he's able to make plans. As a way of showing he's not as afraid of the future as I said he was. You're being crazy, Rhiannon, I tell myself. It's something he says to me all the time. A lot of the time, he's right. Just enjoy it, I think. Because we're not in school. We're together. He turns on the radio and tells me to take over. What? My car, my radio--how many times have I heard him say that? But it seems like his offer is real, so I slip from station to station, trying to find something he'll be into. When I pause too long on a song I like, he says, "Why not that one?" And I'm thinking, Because you hate it. But I don't say that out loud. I let the song play. I wait for him to make a joke about it, say the singer sounds like she's having her period. Instead, he starts to sing along. Disbelief. Justin never sings along. He will yell at the radio. He will talk back to whatever the talk radio people are saying. Every now and then he might beat along on his steering wheel. But he does not sing. I wonder if he's on drugs. But I've seen him on drugs before, and it's never been like this. "What's gotten into you?" I ask. "Music," he says. "Ha." "No, really." He's not joking. He's not laughing at me somewhere inside. I am looking at him and I can see that. I don't know what's going on, but it's not that. I decide to see how far I can push it. Because that's what a needy girl does. "In that case . . . ," I say. I flip stations until I find the least-Justin song possible. And there it is. Kelly Clarkson. Singing how what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I turn it up. In my head, I dare him to sing along. Surprise. We are belting it out. I have no idea how he knows the words. But I don't question it. I am singing with everything I've got, never knowing I could love this song as much as I do right now, because it is making everything okay--it is making us okay. I refuse to think about anything other than that. I want us to stay inside the song. Because this is something we've never done before and it feels great. When it's done, I roll down my window--I want to feel the wind in my hair. Without a word, Justin rolls down all the other windows, and it's like we're in a wind tunnel, like this is a ride in an amusement park, when really it's just a car driving down the highway. He looks so happy. It makes me realize how rare it is for me to see him happy, the kind of happy where there isn't anything else on his mind besides the happiness. He's usually so afraid to show it, as if it might be stolen away at any moment. Excerpted from Another Day by David Levithan All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
