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It's saturday night in Santa Barbara and school is done for the year. Everyone is headed to the same party. Or at least it seems that way. The place is packed. The beer is flowing. Simple, right? But for 11 different people the motives are way more complicated. As each character takes a turn and tells his or her story, the eleven individuals intersect, and reconnect,…  See more details below


It's saturday night in Santa Barbara and school is done for the year. Everyone is headed to the same party. Or at least it seems that way. The place is packed. The beer is flowing. Simple, right? But for 11 different people the motives are way more complicated. As each character takes a turn and tells his or her story, the eleven individuals intersect, and reconnect, collide, and combine in ways that none of them ever saw coming.

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Kirkus Reviews
The lives of 11 high-school teens-the burnout, the weirdo, the bitch, the good girl, the goofball, the jock, the straight edge, etc.-intersect, intertwine and break apart as they prepare for the biggest party of the year, thrown by an unknown host on the Santa Monica coastline. As the party hour nears, the plot hints that something terrible (!!!) will befall the guests once they arrive. Each chapter is told from the perspective of one of the partygoers. With such a strong buildup, this concept feels like it could be Leveen's shortcut straight to the top of the Quick Picks list, especially since many of his characters are so stereotypical that they scream Teen Slasher Novel. However, as the plot slogs onward, the characterizations grow either flatter or more confusing, depending on who's telling the story. Also, despite one true moment of unexpected terror, the intensity of the plot mostly gives way to schlocky sentimentality that will leave readers groaning. Tepid afterschool-special fare. (Fiction. YA)
Publishers Weekly
Leveen's debut follows one wild evening in Santa Barbara through the eyes of 11 teenagers on their way to a party. Attention-seeker Morrigan has just dumped Josh for not sleeping with her and is determined to find someone else; Josh's friends want to get his mind off the breakup. Morrigan's best friend, Ashley, plans to supervise her, but is distracted by the distant behavior of an old friend, Beckett, who desperately wants someone to notice her. Max is secretly in love with Beckett, and Azize is a Turkish immigrant taking the opportunity to meet new people. The story has the feel of a raucous SoCal soap opera, with abundant drinking, fighting, and plot twists (also, plenty of cliffhangers). Readers spend only one chapter with each character, which is effective in building suspense and getting to know the characters (and view events) from different angles, yet feels emotionally reductive—it's not quite enough time inside their heads. While the dialogue is realistic and voices and personalities well differentiated, despite all the drama the story feels too tidy. Ages 14-up. (Apr.)
VOYA - Lauri J. Vaughan
A nameless classmate litters Santa Barbara High with directions to his temporarily parentless home, and the student body universally accepts the blanket invitation. In the throng are nine teens whose lives briefly intersect. Among them is Morrigan, who attends the party mostly to irritate her parents. Max is hoping to get up the nerve to speak to the girl he's been admiring. Beckett wants to find out if she's invisible or not. And Ryan's primary goal is to hook up—again. Others harbor their own reasons for making the scene. Some of the nine—six boys and three girls—are close friends, while others barely know each other. A different string of event leads each to the party, where they experience various degrees of involvement in two climatic incidents. Leveen affords his nine characters a single chapter in which to tell their story while simultaneously picking up and advancing the overall plot. At this tricky maneuver he succeeds beautifully. Each narrator is sufficiently distinct, but transitions are not jarring. The story does suffer a bit of the unrealistic—a young man dreaming of a shot at pro football gives up a UCLA scholarship to sign up for the army? Not on this planet. Tying up the loose ends, Leveen relies on a few too many teen epiphanies—any one of which could stand on its own effectively, but expecting all nine to luck out, get it right, and see the light is a bit of a stretch. Still, the novel is cohesive, and the action is well paced. Party is a solid choice for a mixed-gender reading group of older teens. Reviewer: Lauri J. Vaughan
School Library Journal
Gr 9 Up—This novel, told from multiple perspectives, is about an end-of-the-school-year party at a "typical" middle-class high school. The 11 narrators include an outcast, a skater, an immigrant's son, a jock, and a lady's man, among others. All of these teens have their own expectations for the gathering, and their reasons for going range from simply getting drunk to expressing their love to making new friends. The first character presented, Beckett, is immediately intriguing, and the format allows readers to get to know her (and all the other characters) through the eyes of more than one person, lending depth to the story. But sometimes this device means that information about a single character is simply repeated rather than enhanced by a new viewpoint. For this reason, readers may be left wanting more from one point of view when the story has already moved on to another (not necessarily a bad thing). The party is raucous and wild, culminating in a drunken flirtation (and subsequent rejection), a racially motivated fistfight, and the arrival of some friendly policemen to break it all up. This is a quick and entertaining read. Some strong language and sexual content make it most appropriate for older readers.—Nora G. Murphy, Los Angeles Academy Middle School

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I’m the girl nobody knows until she commits suicide. Then suddenly everyone had a class with her.

You know the one I mean.

You don’t pick on her, because you don’t know she’s there, not really. She sits behind you in chemistry, or across the room in Spanish. You’ve seen her naked in the locker room after physical education—a contradiction in terms if ever there was one—but you don’t know what color her eyes are. What her name is.

What grade she’s in.

She’s always been there, like the gum under your desk in math class. And when you do bother to explore under there with your fingers, the first thing you do upon contact is jerk back and say, Ew! And when that girl leaves, it doesn’t matter, there’s another one ready to take her place.

To be That Girl Who.

That Girl Who always reads comic books in the library during her free period or lunch. That Girl Who wears the long, flowy dresses and Rastafarian tam and peasant tops—except for that month freshman year when she wore a Tony Hawk T-shirt after seeing an absolutely spectacular X Games in San Diego with her best friend and her family. That Girl Who smiled at you once and who you maybe meant to smile back at, but couldn’t find the time because you just got a text from a friend you were going to talk to three minutes later in the hall.

It’s no big.

Girls like that are like that by choice. One way or another, we choose to blend in, keep our heads down, not cause a scene. Our individual reasons might vary a little from girl to girl, but the result is the same.

We’re safe.

We avoid all the high school BS because the fact is, there are a lot bigger things going on outside those halls. Things that no one else knows about.

I know.

Like the girl who never participates in class? Goes to games or plays or dances or pep rallies? Or talks to anyone? Truth is, she doesn’t have time. She has to—had to—get home to take care of her sick mother. No one knows she’s living by herself now because her dad took off years ago and never exactly left a forwarding address, and she’s scared that someday the school will find out and make her go into a foster home. That soon the money is going to run out, which means she’ll have to drop out of school and work for minimum wage to try to pay rent. That her junior year in high school will have been her last.

These are the things no one else knows about.

Things no one else knows about me.

I miss my mom.

If she hadn’t added my name to our little—stress little—bank account in January, the month before she died, I don’t know what I would’ve done. I was sixteen by then and managed to take care of all the “arrangements,” as the funeral director called it. I had her cremated and spread her ashes on Shoreline Beach and in the Pacific. That’s what she would have wanted. There was no service, no funeral, no piles of ass-casseroles in the fridge brought by suitably sorrowful relatives and friends.

My mom was not like me. She was lively. “Free-spirited,” my father would call her, while secretly screwing a viola player from Seattle. We lived alone together ever since Dad bailed on us, and that was fine with Mom. “I don’t need a penis to raise my daughter,” she said when she changed both our names back to her maiden name when I was twelve.

So other than an occasional visit from a nurse when we could afford it those last couple of months, it was just us. Musicians, if you didn’t know, generally don’t make a lot of money. Jennifer M. & The Pasadena Theory never hit it big. Plus Mom stopped writing music during her first round of chemo, but her Gibson Epiphone acoustic and recording equipment were still in the little studio she’d built for herself. People still bought her albums, every once in a while—I knew because I’d gotten a couple of checks for like five bucks, royalty checks from this indie label she worked with. I knew any future royalties would go to me now. The people at the music company were among the few who knew her and knew she was gone. I didn’t even tell the people who’d known us the longest. Ashley, or her family, or Anthony and his family. Because I suck.

I might have to sell all her gear soon. For the cash. I don’t want to.

On Saturday evening, the night of the biggest party of the year, I walk to the nearby Santa Barbara Mission, where I sit alone in the chapel. I stare down at my woven bag, which is stuffed with everything I had planned to bring to the party, if I go—my change purse, my cell phone, my used copy of Batman: Year One in case I get bored, the key to my apartment; everything.

I know the old lady who runs the gift shop, and she lets me in without paying admission. I like to come here and sit in the back pew, looking at the statues of Jesus and the saints, and the tourists who snap away with their digital cameras and pretend to have some sense of reverence. A lot of them don’t bother pretending, I’ve noticed.

That’s okay. Jesus and the saints don’t seem to mind. There’s more important things to worry about. There’s a war on, after all. And people dying of cancer. Jesus and the saints probably have their hands full.

If there’s no one else in here, which happens maybe half the time, I talk to Mom. I don’t know if she hears me or not. She never went to church, so I don’t know if she’s allowed here now.

“So there’s this party tonight,” I tell her now. The Mission is closing, and most of the tourists are already gone. Any minute the janitor, Carlos, is going to chase me out with his big dust mop, which he likes to do. He tries to act like he’s all upset with me, but he can’t not smile when he shakes the mop at me. I like Carlos. He’s real. I know because he sees me.

“I don’t know if I’m going to go,” I tell her, out loud but quiet in case someone happens to walk in and think I’m a total nutjob. And maybe I am, sitting here and talking to my mother who died almost five months ago as if she’s going to talk back to me, or make a Virgin Mary statue cry or something.

“I mean, I don’t know any of them,” I go on. “I know of them. I know their names and who they hang out with and what colleges they want to go to. I know Antho still wants to play for the Raiders even though I haven’t talked to him since—whenever. But I don’t really know them. I’ve never been to a party before, not really. I mean, I couldn’t . . .”

I trail off. Mom knows why I couldn’t.

I was too busy feeding her when she was too weak to do it herself. That and six dozen other chores you don’t want to imagine, involving every possible fluid the human body can produce, in quantities you don’t want to think about.

“I feel like I should just do it,” I say. “Just go. Like, I should go because I don’t know anyone. Just say hi or something. Or maybe goodbye. To someone.”

I close my eyes. “I haven’t been to a party since Ashley’s birthday right after freshman year.”

Ashley Dixon. I almost smile. We’d been friends since kindergarten, all the way until Mom got sick. Then Morrigan Lewis moved to town and I didn’t see Ashley much after that. I’d watched them throughout sophomore year, jealous at first. Then, consumed by Mom’s illness, I’d stopped keeping tabs on my old friend. Jealousy was a luxury for girls who didn’t have to drive their mothers to the hospital for chemotherapy. After a few months, it was like I’d never known Ashley in the first place. The day Mom told me about her diagnosis, she also made me swear not to tell anyone.

“I’ll be fine,” she said, and back then, her voice was still strong and lovely. “We’ll be fine.”

“What about Ashley?” I’d asked her. “Or her mom and dad? Can’t we—”

“No one, kiddo. Not even Bob and Dianne.”

“Antho and Mike . . .”

“No, not the Lincolns either, sweetheart. No one. Promise me.”

So I promised and I kept it. I hid the worst news of my life from my best friends.

I feel a pang of guilt, realizing this is the first time I’ve really thought of Ashley in more than a year, despite seeing her every day at school. She’d say hi, relentlessly, every day, while Morrigan would roll her eyes. But the last few months, I haven’t even looked at her. And Antho, he’s been looking distracted, and hasn’t seemed to notice me slowly becoming invisible.

“Okay, I’ll go to the party,” I say to Mom. “If you really want me to. I’ll go and I’ll . . . I’ll talk to someone. Ashley. Or someone. I’ll make small talk. If you really think I should.”

Mom, Jesus, and the saints are quiet.

When the Mission closes for the night—some other janitor who I can only call Not Carlos is the one closing up—I take a bus, a.k.a. the Loser Cruiser, toward the house where the party is being held, but I change my mind after the bus crosses State Street. I get off at Micheltorena to catch another bus back toward State. When I transfer buses, I have to pretend not to notice Morrigan Lewis screaming at me from across the street. Ashley is probably nearby and I don’t want to run into either one of them.

I jump on the bus the instant it stops, telling Mom there’s no way I’m going to this party.

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YA_Love More than 1 year ago
Eleven teenagers, including skaters, a jock, and a girl with a secret, decide to attend an end of the year party. They each have their own reasons ranging from needing to make a friend to getting over being dumped. "Everyone" is expected to attend this party, yet none of them expect to have their lives connect in so many different ways. Each chapter is told from a different character's perspective, giving the reader an opportunity to see the action from all angles. I decided to read this book after reading a review that compared it to the Academy Award winning movie Crash (and if you haven't seen that movie yet you must!). The first chapter is told from Beckett's perspective, and I was instantly hooked by this character. She's all alone in the world, yet extremely observant, and decides to attend this party because she needs to know she's visible. Her character reminds me of Hannah Baker from Th1rteen R3asons Why only less harsh. As Beckett is deciding whether to show up at the party she sees her old best friend Ashley with another girl Morrigan. We find out why Ashley is her old best friend, what she thinks of Morrigan, and then the chapter switches to Morrigan. This carries on throughout the night until we have the full picture of the events as they play out. I mostly enjoyed the differing perspectives because it made the story richer than just following one character. The only drawback is that I wanted more from some characters. Beckett's view of the story ends after the first chapter, but we see her story play out as she encounters more characters during the night. A couple characters lack detail that I prefer when reading a story. Tommy, for example, didn't strike me as a worthwhile character besides giving us more insight on how Josh copes with his breakup. I love Azize's character and would have loved it if Tommy's chapter was cut so we could have had more from Azize or even the lovesick, Max. But, like I said, the different views give us a richer story. Morrigan, for example, is looked at in a variety of ways. Beckett sees Morrigan as her replacement with Ashley. Ryan looks at her as an overly drunk partier, and Josh sees her as the evil girl that dumped him out of nowhere. But then we get to read the chapter from Morrigan's eyes and we know exactly what she's thinking and feeling. We know how deep, hurt and confused she truly is. Of course, Morrigan isn't the only rich character in Party. Tom Leveen has created quite a few rich characters, I only wish we could read even more about them. Overall, I highly recommend reading Party by Tom Leveen. If you enjoyed Th1rteen R3asons Why by Jay Asher or if you enjoy how Ellen Hopkins brings characters together in her books like Impulse or Tricks, then you'll really enjoy this novel. I'm looking forward to talking about this book with my students this coming school year!
muffinfarmer More than 1 year ago
The book is an easy read, i read it in 2 days (i'm 13 years old). The characters are kind of typical and stereotypical. The only part i found disappointing that this only occurred over 1 night. It isn't that thrilling because many things are kind of expectant. i loved the beginning with Beckett, but then things went kind of downhill.
Robin_Brande More than 1 year ago
I just put this book down thirty seconds ago after crying my eyes out--in a good way. Leveen does a FANTASTIC job capturing the voices, the stories, the emotions and the turmoils of several different teens attending the same end-of-year party. The story is face-paced, tense, funny at times, very moving throughout, and ultimately uplifting and deeply satisfying. What a tremendous first effort by this debut novelist. Leveen is a genuine talent to watch.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Yeah luv u to
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Drives up in her ferrari
QMS More than 1 year ago
The book Party, by Tom Leveen, is about how eleven different people view a single party and what were their goals at that party. The eleven different characters all have something in common and they are all bonded together in the story. This book is easy and quick to read, especially if you like stories about teenagers and the problems they are facing. At first the book can be hard to understand, but as the story goes, it gets easier to know what's happening. I would recommend this book for mostly teenagers.
Anonymous 10 hours ago
Welcome guys type ur name to come in starts when foxieta comes
Anonymous 14 days ago
Hi my names Mike. Welcome to the Party!!! Here, you can do whatever you want. Theres food, drinks, beer, candy, You Name it. No time limit being here; so you can sleep here. Just step right on.
Anonymous 4 months ago
Erica08 6 months ago
A great debut novel. I'm glad my kids were older when I read this or I'd have kept them home :)
Anonymous 7 months ago
At gnd res 1
Anonymous 8 months ago
Anonymous 10 months ago
How old r u?
Anonymous 10 months ago
*walks in
Anonymous 10 months ago
Walks in.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Walks in
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Say Party 5x fast.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Walks in wearing a short strapless black dress and black high heels
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Amazing book that not only teaches the reader that life for a teenager can be as hard of complicated as the one for an adult, but also teaches the teenager, by accident that there are still important things in life, things that they might not see and need to change or discover. 
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
In Party, Tom Leveen weaves a tight knit story about eleven teenagers as they attend a high school party. With each chapter being a well-written character’s point-of-view, Leveen is able to conquer any concerns you might have about reading a story about eleven teenagers all attending the same party. Lacking any redundancies, the story is tight, well-paced, and emotionally evoking. I was surprising taken off guard by how unique and believable each character’s voice was, so much so that I almost couldn’t believe every character was written by the same author. Leveen captures the tumult, internal and the external conflicts, and overall chaos that is everything that makes up the mind of a teenager, and does it several times over. Party is a heart-breakingly realistic and wonderful story of the highs and lows that teenagers face on a daily bases. Would recommend to readers of all types of literature.
HCovitz More than 1 year ago
Tom Leveen's Party is a detailed look at the events of one night, as told through 11 different people's perspectives. This adds complexity and depth to the story. This interesting device lends a cinematic aspect to the story, as I felt more like I was watching a movie of events, rather than reading a book about them. There are several different places and situations in the book that seemed to foreshadow things to come, with many of them not transpiring as expected. This keeps the story from being predictable, despite the same event occurring repeatedly. One of the best things that young adults should take away from this book is to be less egocentric and narrow minded - you don't know what other people are going through, so practice tolerance and kindness.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I promise that you will not be able to put this book down. Leveen gives an account of the biggest party of the year through the eyes of eleven different teens. After hearing each person's view of the before, during, or after scenes of the party, we are intrigued to read onto the next section to find out more than we had previously read. The author is able to give each character his or her own unique voice, making it all the more entertaining to learn about what happened at Santa Barbra's high school graduation party.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Party is a book titled for a single event that is actually a fantastic combination of uncensored emotion and multiple perspectives. Although the main event is, of course, the party that everyone keeps talking about, we as readers get to see the tiny details and inner dialogue of the teen characters facing a variety of issues in their journey to this party and the aftermath. Teenagers today face so many issues, and it is important to note that Party focuses-in on many of them—death, racism and violence, war, heartbreak, family dysfunction, strong and crumbling friendships, and so much more. Party is a novel for anyone that desires to see into the minds of several different characters, each with their own inner struggle. Each action has a consequence, which readers will see when they when they discover the outcome of the infamous party. As a reader, what I noticed is that the shifting character point-of-views seem to flow effortlessly from one narrative to the next. Even though many of the characters seem to have nothing in common, it is surprising to see their connections and interactions that, at one time, might have seemed minor. -Joey C.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Party is a great read. There are so many integral parts in the story as it goes from one perspective to the next that it was very hard to put down. There were times I had to double check the chapter heading to see whose perspective I was reading about, but that only made it better, in my opinion. This book, about 11 teenagers all talking about attending the same party, guides the reader to experience said party through several different sets of eyes. Weird? At first. Intriguing? Definitely!!! I would recommend it to anyone!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I had to order this book for my class and am so glad it was one of the required readings. This book is well-written and has your attention all the way throughout. I finished it very quickly and my roommate laughed when I finished it because I guess she could hear my gasping and holding my breath in the living room while I read. This is a great novel for students at a high school level because they are all events that could actually happen in real life that teenagers could relate to. Each character has their own background and their own story that Mr. Leveen seamlessly weaves together to create a tale about one party where these individual connect. I would highly recommend this to teachers to teach in a high school classroom or for anyone to read as a fun read.