I wake up.
I always expect a certain level of the books I had on my To Read list for a while. Why else would I have added them? I read a lot of books, and I read a lot of reviews and recommendations. If you survived that, you need to be worth it. Every Day wasn’t really worth it.
The premise is appealing enough: someone wakes up in a different body every day. A. doesn’t know why, can’t remember a time when it was different, and can’t stop it. A. tries to get its host through the day and leaves again.
Instead of adding layers to this sci-fi idea, Levithan goes for the YA favorite: love. A. all too soon founds a girl they really really really love, and after that they only work to get to Rhiannon. She’s the world.
The story falls back to a game of hide and seek with Rhiannon. When there’s finally a hint of knowledge, of a chance to discover what is going on, it’s too close to the end. A.experienced love, loved love, and that’s maybe what the reader just has to accept as enough. Maybe that’s what made A. an ordinary teenager in the end, doing irrational things for love.
To me, it still feels like a waste of premise.
Every Day, David Levithan, Knopf 2012