If Only We
Release Date:
10/27/13
Summary from
Goodreads:
They say all it takes is one wrong move
and you lose the game. One false step and you're trapped. One slip-up in your
choice of words and you ruin a friendship forever. That is what they say. They
say I lost.
I do not believe them.
At the end of the summer after graduation, Adrienne wonders what happened to cause her life to be in ruins. She isn't getting along with her mom, her stepsister isn't talking to her, and, to top it off, the boy she's been in love with doesn't want anything to do with her. She believes the turning point was a choice she made at graduation. When she wakes up the next day, she has been transported back three months to that moment, the one where everything started to fall apart.
Adrienne realizes she has been given a second chance-and this time she doesn't want to mess anything up. Reliving the entire summer, though, turns out to be a lot harder than she thought. As the same days and weeks go by, she starts to see how simple decisions can make a huge impact on the world around her. Despite knowing some of what lies ahead, there are some things she didn't anticipate. She thought she knew what mistake led her to where she ended up the first time. She was wrong.
And by the time summer is over, she discovers what was really at stake.
I do not believe them.
At the end of the summer after graduation, Adrienne wonders what happened to cause her life to be in ruins. She isn't getting along with her mom, her stepsister isn't talking to her, and, to top it off, the boy she's been in love with doesn't want anything to do with her. She believes the turning point was a choice she made at graduation. When she wakes up the next day, she has been transported back three months to that moment, the one where everything started to fall apart.
Adrienne realizes she has been given a second chance-and this time she doesn't want to mess anything up. Reliving the entire summer, though, turns out to be a lot harder than she thought. As the same days and weeks go by, she starts to see how simple decisions can make a huge impact on the world around her. Despite knowing some of what lies ahead, there are some things she didn't anticipate. She thought she knew what mistake led her to where she ended up the first time. She was wrong.
And by the time summer is over, she discovers what was really at stake.
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Excerpt:
Buzz…buzz… "…that's what they said anyway. I thought it was a good…" Slam!
My alarm clock is set to a local all-talk-no-music radio station. The annoying sounds before and the talking always get me up in the morning. If there were music playing, I would keep sleeping. Groaning, I stretch out my legs, still aching from the tossing and turning last night. Remembering moment after moment with Chevy, replaying the conversation in the cemetery. My mind refused to let me relax.
A quick glance at the clock tells me it's eight. Wait. Eight? I do a double take. Sure enough, it's eight. I could have sworn I set it for nine thirty so I could sleep in a bit. I will myself to sleep in another hour and a half. After fifteen minutes of staring at the ceiling, I sit up and rub my eyes. As strange as it is to be in my room again, it looks almost like I never left.
I stretch and go over to my vanity to brush the tangles out of my auburn hair. When I look in the mirror, I notice something different about my clothes. Hadn't I worn the pink and blue striped tank to bed? Why am I wearing the yellow and gray polka dot one? Rolling my eyes, I have a feeling this summer has warped my thought processes.
I throw on a cardigan and head out my door to grab a bagel for breakfast. Kaitlin's bedroom is across the hall from mine. Her door is open. What is she doing up so early? She is hardly ever up before I am. I peek in to find it empty. Maybe she is in the kitchen.
Before I walk away, I do a double take. Why is Kaitlin's room pink? She and my mom painted it while I was gone. It was a pale shade of purple yesterday. That's weird. I shake my head and go to the kitchen. My mom and Maurice are at the table drinking coffee. Maurice looks up from the paper and says, "Good morning."
Although the tone in his voice seems more cheerful than it should be, given the circumstances, Maurice can sometimes rise above bad things. It's probably the pale yellow walls. Yellow just seems to bring about a sunny attitude. My reply is automatic, "Morning." I pull out a bagel and toss it in the toaster. Deciding to extend an olive branch while I wait, I say, "Morning, Mom." I sneak a glance in her direction to find her smiling.
Smiling?
"Morning, sweetie," she says.
Is she...happy?
A quick glance at the clock tells me it's eight. Wait. Eight? I do a double take. Sure enough, it's eight. I could have sworn I set it for nine thirty so I could sleep in a bit. I will myself to sleep in another hour and a half. After fifteen minutes of staring at the ceiling, I sit up and rub my eyes. As strange as it is to be in my room again, it looks almost like I never left.
I stretch and go over to my vanity to brush the tangles out of my auburn hair. When I look in the mirror, I notice something different about my clothes. Hadn't I worn the pink and blue striped tank to bed? Why am I wearing the yellow and gray polka dot one? Rolling my eyes, I have a feeling this summer has warped my thought processes.
I throw on a cardigan and head out my door to grab a bagel for breakfast. Kaitlin's bedroom is across the hall from mine. Her door is open. What is she doing up so early? She is hardly ever up before I am. I peek in to find it empty. Maybe she is in the kitchen.
Before I walk away, I do a double take. Why is Kaitlin's room pink? She and my mom painted it while I was gone. It was a pale shade of purple yesterday. That's weird. I shake my head and go to the kitchen. My mom and Maurice are at the table drinking coffee. Maurice looks up from the paper and says, "Good morning."
Although the tone in his voice seems more cheerful than it should be, given the circumstances, Maurice can sometimes rise above bad things. It's probably the pale yellow walls. Yellow just seems to bring about a sunny attitude. My reply is automatic, "Morning." I pull out a bagel and toss it in the toaster. Deciding to extend an olive branch while I wait, I say, "Morning, Mom." I sneak a glance in her direction to find her smiling.
Smiling?
"Morning, sweetie," she says.
Is she...happy?
About the
Author
Jessica is
the 28-year-old author of IF ONLY WE, a YA contemporary. You can often find her
either reading or marathon watching TV on DVD, her favorites being Castle and
Veronica Mars. She frequently mismatches her clothes and giggles
uncontrollably. She knows almost every Billy Joel song by heart. She collects
books and toys, and she has an intense love of cats and lemurs. Currently in
the midst of her quarter-life-crisis, she is still takin' names and getting
very close to reaching an epiphany.
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