Author: Julia Day
Published on: September 6, 2016
Genres: Mature YA, Young Adult Romance
Page Count: 320
Format: eARC, eBook, Hardcover
Together is somewhere they long to be.
Ash Gupta has a life full of possibility. His senior year is going exactly as he’s always wanted-- he's admired by his peers, enjoying his classes and getting the kind of grades that his wealthy, immigrant parents expect. There's only one obstacle in Ash's path: Eden Moore—the senior most likely to become class valedictorian. How could this unpopular, sharp-tongued girl from the wrong side of the tracks stand in his way?
All Eden's ever wanted was a way out. Her perfect GPA should be enough to guarantee her a free ride to college -- and an exit from her trailer-park existence for good. The last thing she needs is a bitter rivalry with Ash, who wants a prized scholarship for his own selfish reasons. Or so she thinks. . .When Eden ends up working with Ash on a class project, she discovers that the two have more in common than either of them could have imagined. They’re both in pursuit of a dream -- one that feels within reach thanks to their new connection. But what does the future hold for two passionate souls from totally different worlds?
“Whatever you give is enough.”
The Possibility Of Somewhere was a damn near perfect story. Julia Day wrote a well crafted story that touched on race, class, romance, friendship, and even autism. There was something about this story that resonated with me. It was an emotional feeling, maybe an understanding that. After the first few chapters, I just knew I was going to love this book. From the Romeo and Juliet-esque romance and dash of Pride and Prejudice, it was easy for me to get wrapped up in this book.
“I’d never invested a lot of effort into my dreams. When daily survival took everything I had, flexibility was more practical than hope.”
Ash and Eden have been academic rivals since their freshman year. They were almost opposite in every way. Eden was white, poor, and she lived in a trailer park. Ash was Indian, from an upper middle class family, and lived a comfortable life. The one thing they had in common was that they were both smart, at the top of their class, and driven. They loved to push each other’s button. While Ash was more reserved about the decisions he makes, Eden was bolder and she loved to challenge him. They both had their senior year mapped out, but once they were assigned the Make It Modern project, it gave them the chance to learn more about one another. On the surface they seemed like complete opposites of one another, but they were so similar. Once you cut through all the preconceived notions they had about each other, there was a underlying chemistry that was hard to ignore.
“I wanted to be with the girl that I can’t stop thinking about. The girl who could want nothing more from that holding my hand —– and it would be enough.”
At the core this story was a romance but it was also so much more. It was about the important relationships in life. Like Eden and Mundy’s friendship. Mundy was the perfect friend for Eden. Perfect. She was bold and honest. She didn’t care about any of the bs rumors people made up of Eden. She just wanted to know her and she gave Eden the bond of friendship that she had never had before. I truly liked Eden’s charachter. She had a lot to deal with but she took in all in stride. I understood Eden’s frustrations. Her dad was a racist bigot. He didn’t seem to want much out of life but Eden worked so hard and she wanted (and deserved) so much more out of life. I hated that he wanted hinder her dreams. While her dad bascially sucked at parenting, Eden’s step mom Marnie was amazing. They didn’t have the easiest life but Marnie tried to her very best to give Eden all the love and support she needed. She saw how hard Eden worked and Marnie wanted to ease some of that burden. Then there was Kurt, the little boy that Eden babysat. He was the person that fueled her desire to become a special education teacher. Kurt was autistic and seeing his struggles to fit it and deal with his emotions, made he want to learn and help others like him.
There were just a few things that were rushed in the very end and I had a to take 1/2 star away for that. I did love Ash and Eden together. There were a few times Ash lost some cool points with me (seriously he need to stand up for Eden) but I saw charachter growth for both Eden and Ash. I LOVED this book. There was something about this story that resonated with me. It was an emotional feeling that stuck with me throughout this book. This was an impressive debut novel and I could not get enough of this story. I definitely want to see what this author will write next.
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An Exercise in Probabilities
My normal dress code was designed to keep me invisible, but today I made an exception. I wore a teal shirt (stolen from my dad) over jeans that had only been owned by me. I finished off with my best sneakers, freshly bleached.
After yanking my hair into a ponytail, I grabbed my backpack, charged out of my bedroom, and screeched to a halt in the den. The trailer smelled like toast and bacon. Why?
I crossed to the table and stared down at the plate of food waiting there.
My stepmom came out of the kitchen, holding two mugs of coffee. She offered one to me.
I took it as my backpack slid to the floor with a thud. “You made me breakfast?”
She laughed. “I’ve done this before.”
“When I was nine, maybe.” The bacon looked like it had been fried to crispy perfection. I parked my butt on the chair and snagged a slice. “What’s the occasion?”
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Her smile wobbled. “It’s the first day of your last year of high school.”
Oh, damn. She was going to get emotional on me. This day must remind her that I’d be gone in a few months. It wouldn’t be a good idea to act all happy about escaping town soon. Better change the mood fast. “Breakfast is amazing. You can repeat it whenever you want.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” She set her mug on the table and pointed at my ponytail. “Can I do something special with your hair?”
Clearly she wanted to, so sure. “That’d be great.”
While I finished my toast, she twisted my hair into a thick French braid. It took only a couple of minutes before she pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “There you are, sweetie. Now go on, or you’ll miss the bus.”
“Okay.” I stood, gave her a quick hug, and slung my backpack over one shoulder. “Thanks, Marnie. For everything.”
The bus dropped us off fifteen minutes early, something that would never happen again. I went straight to my first-period class. AP English Lit with my favorite teacher.
“Morning, Ms. Barrie,” I said.
She didn’t look up from her computer. “Hello, Eden.”
I slipped into a desk in the back row and watched as my class- mates trickled in.
My next class would be statistics, although it had been a re- cent change. I’d realized in middle school that college was my best route out of Heron, and I wouldn’t get to college without serious scholarships. So I’d mapped out my high school curriculum in
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seventh grade, picking each course to maximize my GPA. Every- thing had gone according to plan until three weeks ago, when I’d switched to a different math class and elective. The decision had seemed bold at the time. Now, it felt crazy.
After English, I dropped by my locker and arrived late for second period. With nervous anticipation, I smiled at my statistics teacher and turned toward the back.
“Wait, Eden. Sit there.” Mrs. Menzies gestured at an empty seat on the front row.
I paused, looking from the desk to her. She eyed me steadily, a challenge in her expression.
Did she expect me to argue with her? I certainly wanted to. Swallowing hard, I took my seat.
“All right, everyone. I’m glad that you’ve chosen to take Advanced Placement Statistics . . .”
I tuned out what she said, too annoyed to listen to whatever welcoming remarks she had for us. They would be on her syllabus anyway. I was consumed with shrugging off how much it bothered me to sit in the front with a dozen pairs of eyes behind me. Were they watching me? Probably not, but I didn’t like that it was a possibility.
Even deep breaths betrayed me, because they filled my head with the soapy-clean, spicy-cologne scent of Ash Gupta. Why did Mrs. Menzies have me sitting next to him?
“. . . you’ll have one group project and one individual assignment due each week . . .”
I glanced at her. Group projects already? Was that why we had assigned seats?
“. . . that’s it for now. Form into your teams. I’ll hand out your first project.”
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The sounds of dragging chairs and laughing voices filled the room. I checked around. Was I the only one who didn’t know what to do?
Ash was looking at me, pained resignation on his face. “You’re with us, Eden.”
I dragged my desk into the circle beside him. There were five of us in the group. Upala and Dev were Ash’s friends. A built-in alliance. They would vote as a bloc even if I could get the last guy on my side.
The next few minutes blurred into the rhythms of a project team pretending to become cohesive. I didn’t join in, listening instead to Ash control the discussion and watching as Mrs. Menzies went from group to group, dropping off a large bag of M&Ms, several paper bowls, and the project sheet. When she finally arrived at our circle, she described what she wanted and then gave me a hard stare.
“I want collaboration from everyone.”
Message received—although it was unnecessary. I participated when it mattered. Reaching for the M&M bag, I filled a bowl and began separating the candies by color. An exercise in probabilities. “Before we go any further,” Ash was saying, “we should pick
a leader for the team. How do we want to choose?”
“Might as well cut the bullshit, Ash,” I said without looking up. “You want the job. No one’s going to fight you. Just take it by acclamation.”
Silence greeted my speech. I glanced at him. His gaze held mine for a second before he frowned at his notebook, picked up a pen, and began drawing tiny perfect squares, one after the other. I looked at the rest of the team. Upala and Dev glared at me but didn’t disagree with my suggestion. Probably hated that it had come from me, though.