Levithan’s novel asks: Can love possibly find a way around that?Ī. doesn’t have a real name, presumably because he doesn’t have a real existence: he’s not a person, at least not in any conventional sense, but a spirit, switching without choice from one teenage host to the next and, for just 24 hours, replacing its soul and consciousness with his own. He’s peripatetic and undependable, inasmuch as he pops up in a new town and a new flesh-and-blood vessel each morning. face in David Levithan’s young adult novel “Every Day”? She’s predictable and true, sticking close to home and staying put in the body she was born with. It’s always something.īut has it ever been something as confounding (and convoluted) as what the high school sweethearts Rhiannon and A. Maybe there’s a prickly vampirism issue, maybe a pesky time-travel quirk. One of you is rich and one of you is poor, or one of you is naïf and one of you is whore. As surely as a gardener plants flowers or a mason lays stone, a writer puts obstacles in the path of love.
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