This was before happiness became so complicated. I’m not sure you got that part, not until I told you. Then I rigged your locker with pulleys, so when you opened it, all the objects rose. A novel called Rose Sees Red, a biography of Gypsy Rose Lee, a mix of songs by bands called Blue Roses, the Stone Roses, White Rose Movement. I asked you what you wanted and you said roses, and then you said, “But not the flowers.” So I spent weeks gathering presents: a polished piece of rose quartz, White Rose tea, a ceramic tile I’d bought at the White House in fourth grade featuring the Rose Garden. When I woke up, I dreamed thought about other birthdays. The first one after you left vanished were gone. Of course, you could prolly go to an indie bookstore too.It was your birthday.
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Was I supposed to skip the strike-throughs and read as though they weren’t there and then go back to read the strikes to see how they would change the meanings of the phrases? I suppose a more literary reader could appreciate the form, but it wound up frustrating me. As a reader, I wasn’t sure how to read them. Every You, Every Me contains lots of strike-throughs, which is confusing. There is sparse prose with what seems to be painstakingly chosen phrases with no words wasted. The writing style is what I would call typical David Levithan. And we get this contrast between Jack who is attempting to move on in his life without Ariel and Evan who can’t seem to let go or adjust. He is not the only one receiving photos, also receiving is Ariel’s old boyfriend Jack. He becomes obsessed with the photographs and discovering the identity of the person who is sending them. Evan then begins to question himself and his decisions. The photographs and notes are not cheerful and are rather unnerving. Evan begins to receive mysterious photographs and notes relating to Ariel’s disappearance. As readers we don’t know where she went and are kept in the dark as to whether she is alive or not until the very end.
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