Wherever You Go

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“The closeness is maddening. You’re so full of the desire to be seen, you must be freaking glowing. I’m here. You try to reach her with mental tricks, with all your powers of concentration, with all your love distilled into a single thought. See me.”
 
Rob’s ghost is watching Holly, so when he sees his best friend, Jason, trying to get close to her, he isn't happy. This haunting paranormal romance is deftly told from the perspectives of Rob, Holly, and Jason. Can everyone make peace with the past and ...

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Overview

“The closeness is maddening. You’re so full of the desire to be seen, you must be freaking glowing. I’m here. You try to reach her with mental tricks, with all your powers of concentration, with all your love distilled into a single thought. See me.”
 
Rob’s ghost is watching Holly, so when he sees his best friend, Jason, trying to get close to her, he isn't happy. This haunting paranormal romance is deftly told from the perspectives of Rob, Holly, and Jason. Can everyone make peace with the past and find the courage to move forward?

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Davis (The Clearing) takes on the difficult terrain of grief through the eyes of three teens: Holly, who speaks in the first person; Jason, whose experience is narrated in the third person; and Rob, the dead boy, speaking in the second person. It’s a risky narrative strategy, executed with significant if not unqualified success. Holly, appropriately, is the most sympathetic character. She survived the accident that killed her boyfriend, but has much more to deal with—keeping house for her working mother, watching over a nine-year-old sister and a grandfather sinking into dementia, and facing a future she can’t imagine. Each teen is withholding secrets, and it’s in this that the narrative round robin is weakest. As preoccupied as they are with the accident’s aftermath, and as intimately as Davis brings readers into their thoughts, the conceit that none of them would think directly about why the accident happened is slightly contrived. Nevertheless, the story is a welcome addition to the shelf of YA books that deal honestly with grief. Without sugarcoating, it achieves a melancholy sweetness that is becoming a hallmark of Davis’s work. Ages 12–up. (Nov.)
Children's Literature - Loretta Caravette
Holly is a typical teenager. She is a child from a single family home. She has a little sister whom she needs to watch because her mother works two jobs to pay the rent for the small apartment they live in. Her Italian Grandpa Aldo, who is in the early stages of Alzheimer's, is moving in. What isn't so typical is that her boyfriend, Rob, died in a car crash. What also isn't typical is that Rob hasn't crossed over and is "haunting" Holly and their friends. The only person that can see and hear Rob is Grandpa Aldo, who speaks to his ghost in Italian, a language Rob can surprisingly understand. The story is told in alternating perspectives. One chapter is first person from Holly's perspective; the next chapter is second person from Rob, the ghost's, perspective. Rob eavesdrops on everyone. As the story unfolds Rob is trying to figure out why he is still here. He finds it difficult to watch everyone he loves go about his/her daily lives without him. Grandpa Aldo tries to do his best to listen; however, when he discovers that Rob was killed in a car crash while Holly was sitting in the seat next to him, he becomes less understanding and pushes Rob to confront some uncomfortable truths. In the meantime, Holly is falling for Rob's best friend, Jason who is very well to do. It is unbelievable the depths he goes to helping Holly with her Grandpa. When the truth is finally revealed that allows Rob to cross over, something seems to be missing. It's unclear what Rob had finally done to cross over, and the new boyfriend angle seemed overplayed. Reviewer: Loretta Caravette
Kirkus Reviews
This ghost story gently delivers growing emotional power as it explores the thoughts of three teens, including the ghost. Holly still mourns her dead boyfriend, Rob, killed in a car crash months ago. Rob's shy friend Jason secretly adores Holly and hopes for a romance with her, but he feels awkward about approaching her. Rob himself knows he's a ghost and can't understand why he doesn't go into "the light." Is he trapped on Earth forever? He watches Holly and Jason stumble into love and can't let go, becoming angry and jealous. As Holly substitutes for her overburdened mom, caring for her little sister and Alzheimer's-afflicted grandfather, Rob discovers a way to communicate: Holly's grandfather can see and speak with him. But will anyone believe the old man? Davis creates some suspense through misunderstandings, but mostly she watches the teens mature and develops the sweet romance between Holly and Jason. The clever device of ghostly communications with a man suffering from dementia seems almost plausible, and it helps to slowly reveal the real cause of Rob's extended time among the living. Although the narrative moves far more slowly than most teen fare, the time spent is well worth it, as the story really becomes a character study of all three teens, finally revealing their hidden strengths. Poignant and eventually quite moving. (Paranormal romance. 12 & up)
From the Publisher
"Eerie and sweet, haunting and real — a ghost story of love in its many forms: the kind that binds, and the kind that frees."—Laini Taylor, National Book Award finalist for Lips Touch: Three Times

"This ghost story gently delivers growing emotional power as it explores the thoughts of three teens, including the ghost. . . . Poignant and eventually quite moving."—Kirkus Reviews

"A welcome addition to the shelf of YA books that deal honestly with grief. Without sugarcoating, it achieves a melancholy sweetness that is becoming a hallmark of Davis’s work."—Publishers Weekly

"This tale is a comfortable read for those who want more than a pink-covered romance or a melodramatic storry of loss, neither cotton-candy light not three-hankie dark." — School Library Journal

"A truly touching story." –Seventeen.com

"[Holly's grandfather] is the only living person who can see Rob, and their ensuing conversations about love, life, and death create a poignant connection between a life not quite lived and one in its final moments."—Bulletin

School Library Journal
Gr 8 Up—Dealing with grief and overwhelming family responsibilities are themes blended with the sort of paranormal characters that populate Gayle Forman's If I Stay (Dutton, 2009), Alice Sebold's The Lovely Bones (Little, Brown, 2002), and the 1990 movie Ghost. When Rob's car goes airborne while he's driving his girlfriend home after a party, Holly ends up in the hospital, and he ends up dead-but not gone. His best friend, Jason, can't see him; his family can't see him; and Holly can't see him. He doesn't understand why he's stuck on Earth. Finally, when Holly's Alzheimer's-addled grandfather moves in, Rob registers on someone's radar. Too bad Aldo's rapid Italian mutterings to Roberto seem to Holly like just another facet of the disease that forced him to move in. She's just trying to cope with losing Rob and taking care of her nine-year-old sister while her mom works two jobs when Aldo becomes yet another burden piled on her young shoulders. Slowly, Jason reaches out to Holly, even pitching in with her family duties and helping Aldo revisit his precious memories. Rob punctuates the narrative of Holly's growing trust and affection for Jason in talks with Aldo about how to move on, by observation of his family's counseling sessions, and yes, through some jealousy as he watches his best friend and girlfriend fall in love. This tale is a comfortable read for those who want more than a pink-covered romance or a melodramatic story of loss, neither cotton-candy light nor three-hankie dark.—Suzanne Gordon, Lanier High School, Sugar Hill, GA
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780547501512
  • Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Publication date: 11/15/2011
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 1,464,114
  • Age range: 12 - 17 Years
  • Product dimensions: 5.70 (w) x 8.40 (h) x 1.30 (d)

Meet the Author

HEATHER DAVIS is the author of Never Cry Werewolf, Wherever You Go, and The Clearing, which was nominated for a RITA Award for Best Young Adult Romance. She lives in Seattle. Visit her website at www.heatherdavisbooks.com.

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chapter one

You’ve been by her side for six months, but she hasn’t noticed you. Still, you slip into her mother’s sixth-floor apartment and keep her company while she eats her kid sister’s sugary cereal in the dark kitchen. And you’re there with her as she gets books from her locker in Hallway C. Sometimes her gaze wanders to the picture of you taped below the vents. You’re on her mind in the seconds before she slams the door shut.

You pacify yourself with the thought that all this is for a reason. That one day she’ll sense your presence. Feel you watching over her. That she’ll see you. Finally.

At this very moment, Holly sits on a bench beneath a sea of windows in the Downtown Seattle library—so close you could almost reach out and touch her, smell the sweet scent of her hair. You’ve been spending moments of this otherwise meandering afternoon watching her turn pages of the Toni Morrison book she’s reading for school. It’s almost like really being there. Almost like being together.

Underneath the chatter of two girls near the copy machine and the whirring hum of the escalator, you can hear the beating of her heart. It’s as loud as if you were sitting on Holly’s bed, holding her in your arms like you used to. Absently, she tucks a stray strand of her light brown bangs behind an ear and turns another page.

You wish your sense of touch was still active, so that you could run your fingers through her soft hair. If only. The closeness is maddening. You’re so full of the desire to be seen, you must be freaking glowing. I’m here. You try to reach her with mental tricks, with all your powers of concentration, with all your love distilled into a single thought. See me.

Holly raises her head, and for an instant, just a nanosecond, your heart swells with hope. She glances around as if someone had called her name, but then the moment passes and she slips back into her page turning. You’re alone, again.

It’s bluish late afternoon outside as the spring rain begins to pound against the wall of windows. I’m here, you whisper into her ear again—even if she’s not listening. I’m still here.

***

“Holly, I brought home pizza,” Mom called from the living room.

I closed the door behind me, grateful to be home out of the downpour. The bus ride had seemed longer that night, the damp passengers smelling like wet hair and wool, the warmth of a Northwest spring not helping matters at all.

I abandoned my backpack full of books beneath the hallway table. As I hung my jacket on the rack, a pink raincoat printed with dancing kitties fell to the floor. Typical of this place—there were too many coats and not enough pegs. I jammed the slicker back on the rack and followed the smell of dinner.

My family was sitting on the worn brown couch, eating from paper plates. Some tired sitcom was on, the laugh track blaring as the stupid dad character tripped over a bucket of paint.

“I was going to make spaghetti tonight,” I said.

“Honey, take a night off. Enjoy the pizza.” Mom gave me a tired smile as she abandoned a piece of doughy crust on her plate. She was wearing her uniform for the evening shift at the grocery store: a green polo shirt and khaki slacks. Her hair hung in a perfect ponytail, the kind my wavy hair never made.

“It’s my favorite—pepperoni,” chimed in my sister, Lena. She had red sauce smeared around her lips and a string of cheese draped on the front of her tee, which for her was pretty neat eating.

“’Kay. Pizza’s great, thanks,” I said, plopping down onto the couch.

Mom sank back into the cushions as I took a slice from the greasy box and put it on a napkin. “So, how are you?” she asked. “Everything go all right this afternoon?”

“Fine,” I mumbled, biting into the pizza. The cheese was slightly cold and chewy, but it still tasted pretty good.

“Hmm.” Her lips pressed together, and I could tell she was thinking hard.

I set down my pizza and reached for a cola from the six-pack on the coffee table. “I think I’m probably done with them. It’s not—”

“What does the counselor say?”

Right, the counselor—Dr. Martinson, or something like that. I could hardly remember the woman’s name, since for over a month now I’d been going to the library on Tuesdays and Thursdays after school, instead of the community center. “She doesn’t really say anything, Mom.” I cracked the cola open and took a big swig.

“Well, counselors in those kinds of groups are more about listening. They’re there to encourage you to talk about your grief, to let you get it all out.”

“It’s out.”

Mom’s eyes were fixed on mine. “What are you doing, quitting the group?”

I didn’t want to tell her the truth, so I just ignored her and chewed my slice.

“That’s a conversation for another day, I guess.” Mom set her plate of crusts on the coffee table, and clicked mute on the TV remote.

Lena emitted a nine-year-old’s growl. “Hey! I was watching that.”

“I know, honey. I want to discuss something with you two.”

Discuss was one of my mom’s favorite words, but it really didn’t mean “discuss.” We didn’t discuss much of anything in this family. When Mom decided something, it happened.

“I really want to watch my show. It’s getting to the good part,” Lena whined.

“This will only take a moment,” Mom said, patting my sister’s dark hair. “And this affects Holiday more than you.”

Holiday. It was never good news when Mom used my whole name. I’d gone by Holly since I was in second grade and realized that holiday wasn’t a normal name, it was a day off.

“Mom, I told you I don’t want to talk about the group.”

“This is not about that.” She turned toward me, her eyes serious. “Your Uncle Frank called me today. He’s really worried about Grandpa Aldo. It’s kind of sudden, but Frank and I think that, well, maybe Grandpa could come live with us for a while.”

Lena smiled widely. “He always gives me butterscotch candies.”

“What do you think?” Mom was focused on me, waiting for my reaction.

But I was running through the scenario in my head. Lena and I were going to have to cram into one room if Grandpa Aldo moved in. Though it had three bedrooms, our apartment was on the small side: tiny living room, kitchen, one bath. It was going to feel smaller.

“Holiday, he’s alone in that apartment he moved to after Grandma died, and he’s starting to need more help. He can’t move down to Tacoma with Uncle Frank, because there’s not enough room. And Grandpa’s insurance isn’t enough to pay for in-home care, and I can’t . . .” Mom’s voice got really quiet. “I can’t put my father in a nursing home. We couldn’t afford it, anyway.”

I knew it was true that we didn’t have the money, because I helped Mom write out the bills and balance her checkbook each month. We were barely making it as it was.

“I don’t get it,” Lena said, chewing thoughtfully on a stray piece of pepperoni. “Is he sick?”

“Yes, honey. He’s starting to forget things. He can’t live alone anymore. It’s too dangerous.”

“Is he gonna get better?” asked Lena.

“No, baby. They don’t think so.”

“I’m sorry.” I put my arm around my mom. She seemed small, hunched there on the couch. Her lips were quivering like she was on the verge of losing it.

“Don’t cry, Mom.” Lena patted Mom on the knee and then turned back toward the silent sitcom.

Mom sniffed loudly, trying to pull it all together. “Geez, that was a downer. Sorry, girls.” She sat up straighter on the couch and dabbed her eyes with a napkin. “I’d be counting on you,” she said, turning to me. “With the hours I’m working, you’d be home with Lena and Grandpa a lot.”

I shrugged. It wasn’t like I could say no.

“I know it’s been hard for you lately, after Rob,” Mom said. “I wouldn’t ask you to help with this if I had another choice.”

“Well, I’m sure we’ll make it work.” I put on a smile, for my mom’s sake.

“I hoped that’s what you’d say.” She stood up from the couch, brushing crumbs from her lap onto the rug, which needed to be vacuumed anyway. “I’ve got to get going, kiddos. Lena, you be good.”

My sister barely looked away from the muted TV, but she grunted in the affirmative. Mom brushed kisses across both our foreheads and then took off for work.

The so-called discussion was over, but I finished it in my head. Sure, Mom—I’ll take it on. I’ll take care of Aldo. I’ll take care of Lena and you. Everything will be just fine.

***

Jason Markham couldn’t help noticing her. Holly, with shiny, light brown hair and the brightest blue eyes he’d ever seen. Rob’s Holly. He saw her across the chem lab from him every morning during second period. Noticed her eating lunch with her friend Marisa every day. Sometimes saw her catching the city bus after school was out, a faraway expression on her face. Several times, he’d meant to say something, had actually walked up to talk to her and then chickened out or had sensed her turning away as he approached. This was different from just talking to some random girl. What he wanted to say, what he had to say, was something hard. Something that had been tumbling around in his mind for months.

Now here she was, sitting on a metal bench at the park with an old guy in a gray cap and a little girl, who was moving the handles of her beat-up scooter, making the tassels swirl in the light breeze. Holly had her nose in a book, and the sun was making her squint. He wondered why she hadn’t brought shades with her on such a sunny Saturday.

His buddy Mark Gentry elbowed him in the side. “Don’t blame you for staring, bro. She’s still hot even if she—”

“Give the girl a break,” Jason said, half under his breath. As they passed the bench, Holly raised her head. He saw a glimmer of recognition in her eyes, but it wasn’t the right time to stop and talk. Not with Mark there and her with what seemed to be her family. He couldn’t deny what Mark had pointed out, though. In the spring sunlight, Holly was as pretty as ever. Those blue eyes were piercing, like they could see right through him. And they probably did.

“Dude, you okay?” Mark gave a little laugh and elbowed him again.

Holly looked away, and suddenly Jason wanted to make sure she knew Mark wasn’t laughing at her. But the damage was already done. She was frowning now, staring down at the book in her hands.

“Yeah, I’m cool,” Jason mumbled.

A few steps later, when he glanced back over his shoulder, Holly was still reading. The old guy stared off at the water in the distance, and the little girl rocked the scooter back and forth on the pavement, making a scritch-scratch sound of rocks imbedded in the cheap plastic wheels. They were all doing their own thing.

Mark shoved Jason in the shoulder, knocking him off the path. “C’mon, man.”

Later, shooting hoops on the basketball court at the end of the park, he couldn’t get the image of Holly to leave his mind. He knew he owed her something more. They all did.

***
We made it home from the park slowly—with Lena insisting on riding her scooter and Grandpa Aldo inching along and murmuring about the birds singing. The park had been the best I could do for the biggest part of the day—even though it hadn’t been the greatest outing. At this point, I was just glad we were home. Before she’d left for work at the dealership, Mom had promised she would try to find someone to cover her shift at the supermarket that night, but I wasn’t holding my breath.

As we entered the lobby of the Hillwood Apartments, Grandpa Aldo put his hand on my arm. “This is the wrong place,” he said, his voice full of panic.

“What?” I said, a little startled, since it was the longest sentence my grandpa had said to me since he’d arrived. When Uncle Frank had helped move him in last night, Grandpa had been pretty quiet. He’d sat in the easy chair watching us carry in the boxes of his things and place his clothes and shoes in my former closet. It must have been weird for him, suddenly finding himself in a whole new environment.

“The wrong place,” he repeated. Uncle Frank had told me Grandpa would say random stuff sometimes, but this was the first weirdness I’d experienced.

“No, Grandpa. You live here now with us. Remember?”

A confused smile crinkled the corners of his mouth. “This place? It’s a dump.”

“Yeah,” I said, smiling back. “Thanks.”

He hesitated at the open doors of the elevator, seeming unsure if he should go in.

“This is the way up, Grandpa.” I patted him on the arm.

“Oh. All right.”

We all climbed aboard. Standing atop her scooter, Lena stabbed at the button marked six. It took a moment to light up since, like everything in the building, the elevator was about ready to fall apart.

Finally the doors closed, but they opened back up quickly and Mrs. Anderson stepped onto the elevator, carrying two grocery bags. “Sorry, girls, this contraption takes forever to come back down,” she said with an exasperated sigh.

“Can I push your button?” asked Lena.

“Sure.”

Lena punched the number two and the door closed.

As we lurched upward, my grandpa reached out for the grocery bags. “Please, let me help,” he said in a soft voice.

Mrs. Anderson smiled politely. “Oh, no, thank you, I’m fine.”

“It’s okay, Grandpa,” said Lena. “She’s got it.”

He lowered his outstretched hands.

“So, girls—this is your grandfather?” asked Mrs. Anderson.

“Yep. He’s living with us,” said Lena.

“Hello, I’m Bitsy Anderson from 219.” Smiling, she held out her hand. “Nice to meet you.”

Aldo stared at her for a moment and then reached out to shake. “Aldo Santucci,” he said, his voice a low rumble.

The elevator stopped at the second floor. Mrs. Anderson stepped off, but when she turned just before the doors closed, I caught a glimpse of worry in her eyes. I glanced over at Grandpa Aldo, who was staring at the lighted buttons of the panel. Everything’s going to be fine, I told myself.

Upstairs, Mom was bustling around the kitchen, still dressed in her car dealership work clothes—office casual, she called it—a straight brown skirt and a white blouse with shell buttons. As much as she hated her job at the grocery store, the dealership was twice as bad. Answering the phone for the parts and service department all day made her cranky with us when she got home. Maybe it was being forced to be nice to people she couldn’t see. Maybe it was the endless ringing of the incoming lines. Whatever it was, it made for a crappy transition between that and the night job.

“Good, you’re back,” she said, lining up a bunch of medications on the counter. “I realized we need to go over this again. There are a lot of pills.”

“I wrote it all down,” I said. “I know what to do when. I’m going to load those daily pill dispensers after dinner.”

Grandpa stood in the doorway of the kitchen, a hand on the jamb to steady himself.

“Come on in, Grandpa,” I said. “I’ll get you some water.”

Mom gave him a smile and turned back to me. “On my lunch break I called over and set up the senior center for Monday. They have a special group for people like Grandpa,” she said. “They’ll send a van to pick him up just before you get Lena on the bus. They can only keep him until three, so you’ll have to come right home from school to meet him on weekdays.”

“Why are you telling just me, Mom?” I gestured toward Grandpa Aldo, who was still standing in the doorway. Everything I’d read online at the library said that we had to keep talking to him, even if it seemed like he wasn’t hearing or understanding. And so far, he was doing pretty okay. Well, except for being quiet and forgetting our building a few minutes ago.

“I’m sorry, you’re right.” She walked over to Grandpa and took his hand. “Papa, I have it all set up. Weekdays you’ll go to the center and do some activities and get a hot lunch.”

“Sounds good,” he said. “I’ll go lie down now.” He turned and shuffled down the hallway, past Lena, who was balancing on her scooter on the hallway carpet, pretending to ride.

“Thanks, honey.” Mom reached out and hugged me tightly. She smelled like her floral perfume and the slightest hint of something industrial from the dealership. “This is a big change for all of us.”

“Yeah.”

“Hey, babe,” she said, releasing me and going over to hug Lena. “So, was it a good day at the park?”

“There were boys there staring at Holly,” said Lena. “They looked at her like she was an alien.”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever.”

Mom frowned. “Well, I was mostly asking about Grandpa. Holly?”

“He seems fine.”

That seemed to satisfy her, and for a moment, the concern fell away from her face. “Okay,” she said, peering inside the fridge. “Do we have any leftover pizza?”

“I was gonna make that spaghetti. Are you staying for dinner?”

“Yes, I found someone to take my shift at the store tonight.”

“Really?”

Mom gave me a hard look. “I told you I was going to try.”

Yeah, but trying and doing are two different things, I wanted to say. Instead I went to the sink and loaded the stack of plates and cups into the dishwasher and then rinsed my hands.

“Lena, put away your scooter, please,” Mom said.

Whistling, my sister dutifully rolled her toy to our room down the hall. Mom took a seat at the kitchen table and sifted through a stack of mail that was likely all bills.

I could feel tension in the air, so I just started on the spaghetti. Cooking always relaxed me, gave me something to do that didn’t involve talking or thinking about anything more than the task in front of me. I got out some frozen ground beef and pork sausage, which I stuck in the microwave to defrost.

“Sorry, honey. You want me to do something?” Mom asked, looking up from the mail.

“Chop?” I handed her a cutting board, a knife, and a big yellow onion.

While Mom started on that, I minced garlic and diced bell peppers over by the stove. When the oil in my pot was hot, I tossed in mom’s onions and my veggies and let them start to cook. A few minutes later, when the microwave dinged, I took the meat out, put it in a big bowl, and mixed it with bread crumbs, eggs, and herbs and garlic for meatballs. I formed the little balls in my hands and laid them on a sheet pan one by one.

Mom brought the cutting boards to the sink. “When did you get to be such a good cook?”

“Years of practice.” I washed the boards and then my hands. The vegetables were all breaking down, so I crushed dried oregano and rosemary in my hand to release the flavors and added them to the pot. Instantly the aroma perfumed the air. “Can you get the tomatoes, Mom?”

“Sure.” She handed me two opened cans and I dumped them in, crushing the tomatoes with the back of my spoon.

“Something smells like tomato gravy.” Grandpa Aldo appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, delight on his face.

“Holly’s cooking dinner.” My mom walked over to him and put a hand on his arm.

He reached out and touched her on the cheek. “Julia, it smells like heaven.”

Mom’s eyes lit up at the sound of her name. “Holly makes it like Mama showed her, with the baby meatballs simmering in the sauce.”

Grandpa moved over to a chair, sitting so that he could see me at the stove. He stayed there until everything was ready, and Lena set the places at the table around him—a glass, a plate, a knife, a fork, a folded paper towel for the napkin.

There was something sweet about the smile on my grandfather’s face as I set the bowl of pasta and meatballs on the table. It was the smile of recognition, or happiness or something. And it didn’t leave him until after dinner was finished.

“That was delicious,” he said, wiping his mouth.

“Yes, it was, huh?” said Mom. “I’m glad you’re here, Papa.”

The rest of the evening went pretty well. I mean, it actually seemed like everything was all right. Like Grandpa Aldo was going to be fine at our place. We could do this.

But then, when the apartment was dark and I was tucked into the lower bunk in the room I now shared with Lena, I heard crying. Next came Mom’s footsteps and then her words of reassurance. “Papa, it’s okay. You’re at my house. It’s me, Julia.”

And then there was more weeping and, at last, peace and the shutting of a door. Then a new sound—my mother pacing in the kitchen. And I knew nothing was right.

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  • Posted April 25, 2011

    A Hauntingly Beautiful Tale

    Rob had it all and Holly had next to nothing. Rob was wealthy, popular, handsome, athletic, funny, and adored by everyone. Holly was poor, shy, beautiful, sweet, and responsible. The saying goes: Opposites attract, and in this case? The was right on. Holly and Rob were the perfect couple. They were happy and in love, going against the rules of financial status and school popularity.

    One fateful night changed everything. A car accident killed Rob and left Holly not only emotionally scarred but also a pariah at school. Being the survivor of the accident has unfairly cast Holly into a "guilty" judgement - making her the blame for Rob's untimely death.

    Isolated, but never alone, Holly goes about her daily life with Rob in the unseen background. He's there with her, but cannot be there for her. To see but never be seen, how can Rob help Holly? And when Jason, Rob's best friend, reaches out to Holly, Rob learns just how powerless he is, and maybe always has been, to help her.

    Holly's home situation changes, bringing her grandfather (who suffers from Alzheimer's) to live with them and making Holly his primary care giver. This sets in motion a chain of discoveries: Rob finds that Grandpa Aldo can see and hear him; Holly begins to realize that she has to reach out, enlist, and appreciate the help of others; and Jason finally has an opportunity to get closer to the girl he's had eyes for for years.

    Wherever You Go is a story of love, loss, rediscovery, and healing. It was a beautifully woven tale told in three perspectives: Holly, Rob, and Jason. What makes the POV's unique, however, is that each is told from a different narrative - Holly's POV was written in the 1st-person, Rob (the ghost) was written in the 2nd-person, and Jason was written in 3rd-person. These different narratives made reading the book and following the changing of POV's compelling; I was always on the lookout and anticipating the transitions from one character to another.

    Ms. Davis did a stunning job setting and keeping the tone of the book. I felt the sorrow, the yearning, the struggle, and the hope of each character throughout the book. Holly, Rob, Jason, and even Grandpa Aldo's (who really is a main player in the story vs. a minor or secondary character) thoughts, feelings, words, and actions were consistent and wonderfully conveyed.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 27, 2013

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    Holly's boyfriend Rob died in a car accident, but he never truly

    Holly's boyfriend Rob died in a car accident, but he never truly left. As a ghost Rob has to watch life going on without him, how Holly is sad and lonely and how Holly and his best friend Jason become friends and perhaps even more over their mutual loss.
    WHEREVER YOU GO is told from three different perspectives. Holly tells the story from a 1st person point of view. Then Jason’s scenes are written from a 3rdperson pov and Rob is using a more descriptive, dialogue-like narrative style by directly addressing the reader.
    With Jason wandering the scenes in ghost form, this book wasn’t an entirely ordinary YA contemporary read. It has a great romance nevertheless. Jason is much like Holly and I was surprised to see him so supportive of her situation, helping out wherever he can and taking Holly, her sister and their grandfather on delightful excursions. He’s the definition of a real good guy. So it only feels natural for them to fall for each other.
    In WHEREVER YOU GO Heather Davis takes up a few serious issues. One of them you should find out about on your own, because I wouldn't want to spoil anything. Otherwise a major spotlight is thrown on Holly's grandpa Aldo and his illness. He has Alzheimer's and can't live on his own anymore. Aldo is loosing a bit more of his power over his memories every day and needs support mastering this difficult part of growing old. He is very lucky to have Holly, who is the only one left to care for him, with Holly's sister too young and their mother working all the time. You can’t but feel for Holly, who is very motherly and a teenager that has to manage an entire household on her own. She cares for her sister, her grandpa, the flat and goes to school and therefore she, as people like her in real life, deserves the admiration from all of us.


    4/5 **** WHEREVER YOU GO – A gentle read about the transiency of life!

    This book might not have major drama, but it's strength definitely lies in its quiet and tender moments. Great parts of WHEREVER YOU ARE are about familiar issues of various origins and forms. Stories like WHEREVER YOU GO are a relevant means to highten awareness and help affected people to be more open about the issues worrying or burdening them. As a person who considers family as the number one priority in life, I could very much relate to this story!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 22, 2013

    I'm reading this book now and I really like how it's told in all persons. Holly=first person, Rob=second person

    Im reading this book now and i really like how its told in all persons. Holly=first person, Rob=second person, and Jason=third person. Love love LOVE the content!

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  • Posted August 19, 2012

    Amazing book. There is no other words to say. Just GREAT :-)

    Amazing book. There is no other words to say. Just GREAT :-)

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  • Posted March 31, 2012

    I really enjoyed this story. At the begining I had a heard time

    I really enjoyed this story. At the begining I had a heard time figuring when the characters changed from section to section but otherwise it was great. I could relate to it because I lost a son pretty much like Rod. But the story shows the stuff teenager deal with, the pressures that life brings along with what parents unknownly sometimes add. Holly trying to be so strong when she was dealing with more then she should for a girl her age yet her mother was trying to provide for her family the best way she knew how but help was needed. Sometimes we are too proud to ask for help. Jason was dealing with his own problems too; his parents living apart neither really having time for him. How when they were dealing with their own but even parents make mistakes. Rod parents had their issues but they were working to make their lives better. Mark was very troubled young man. All these characters knew Rod had not been himself but chose not to approach him and provide what he needed; it might have helped, might. Anyway great story even for an old lady like me.

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  • Posted February 1, 2012

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    Praise for Wherever You Go

    First I want to say I really enjoyed reading this bok. Second I have to say I used up a whole box of tissues reading this emotion packed book.

    Each of the characters in Wherever You Go touched my heart in one way or another. Holly, is the sad, broken hearted and heavily burdened girl. The one I wanted to reach out and hug throughout this book! Rob, the boy who is dead and Holly morns. I wanted so much to jump in the book and try to help Rob cross over! Then we have Jason, Oh My...Jason is the sweetheart that tries to help Holly in so many ways throughout this book. But instead he ends up hurting her in the long run and he doesn't even realize it till its too late.

    The story plot of Wherever You Go, feels so real when you are reading it, that you feel as if you are a ghost right next to Rob and trying your best to help Holly, Robs family and his friends. Its as if you are watching all of it unfold around you, but you can't do anything to help any of them!

    I will say this as well, the ending of this story surprised me!!! I didn't see that one coming.

    All in all, Wherever You Go is a great contemporary Young Adult book. Just bring tissues when you read it!

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  • Posted December 31, 2011

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    MY THOUGHTS
    LOVED IT


    Holiday Mullen is struggling with life after a devastating car accident in which her boyfriend, Rob, dies. Her mother is working two jobs, her ailing grandfather has moved in with them, she has to babysit her little sister Lena and now Holly must do everything all while trying to be a high school senior. Her grandfather, Aldo, is suffering from Alzheimer's and begins to hear and see a young man named Roberto. Roberto turns out to be Rob, Holly's boyfriend in ghost form with whom he can communicate easily with even though he has problems getting his point across with everyone else. To complicate matters even more, Holly and Rob's best friend, Jason, are now finding themselves falling in love.


    The story is told by each character, Rob, Holly and Jason in alternating chapters. As Holly and Jason start to have feelings for each other, Rob confides to Aldo everything he thinks he did wrong in his relationship with Holly and confesses that he believes he caused the accident. Rob seems to wander the earth in an endless progression from place to place trying to help where he can. Jason steals my heart when he tries to lighten Holly's load while Holly tries really hard to do it all herself.


    This book brought tears to my eyes several times since there are parts so sad you wonder if Holly will ever make it out of her sad existence and find some happiness. You wonder if Rob will ever find peace and if Aldo will find some way to communicate. Davis does a wonderful job of bringing together a struggling family and shows that a teen can be responsible while still being true to herself. I really wonder how many teens there are like Holly in this world, struggling to help keep their family just exisiting and getting by.

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  • Posted May 31, 2011

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    Book Review: Wherever You Go by Heather Davis

    I connected with this novel almost immediately, when I started reading it. I felt such overwhelming sadness and empathy for the main character and the situation that she was dealing with. I have personal experience and knowledge in what it's like to watch someone you care a great deal about deteriorate before your eyes, how helpless you feel, because there's really nothing that you can do for them except try and be as supportive as you can be. So, on that note, Holly's pain and frustration at having to deal with that instead of getting to be a normal teenager and missing out on other things kids her age were getting to do, was easily understandable.

    The love story told was very sweet and I found myself liking Jason almost immediately. I couldn't help but root for Jason and Holly to get together, because I think that they were always sort of meant to be in a way. It was sweet the way Jason wanted to help Holly make sure that Aldo got to experience most of the things on his list, that he didn't want to forget. Plus, I like that Jason had always had some sort of feelings for her all along, and it wasn't just because now that Rob was gone, he was finally going for his chance. He really cared about Holly and he wanted to see her happy.

    Rob, on the other hand, I felt extremely sad for him and how invisible he must have felt in the last weeks before his death. I like that he was able to realize that even when you don't think it's there, love is still very much all around you. It was such a big revelation and such a sad one, at the same time, because you knew that he wouldn't get to experience the things that Holly and everyone else had in store for them in the future, because his future had been cut short due to his recklessness and the deep ingrained sadness from his depression that caused his suicide.

    Holly has incredible amounts of strength that I sometimes wish I had possessed when I was going through a similar experience myself. How she managed to keep it all together, without completely losing is very admirable, given what she was having to deal and the level of stress it had to have had on her. It was sad to see her at odds with her mother so much and pretty much full-filling a larger portion of the role that her mother should have been playing, then to see them argue about whether or not she was in charge or not in charge. There was a moment, when I really wanted her mother to realize just how much she weight she was putting on her daughter's shoulders and realize, that maybe she needed to bear a little bit more of the weight and try to be a bit more understanding of Holly or supportive than she was at times instead of expecting so much.

    All in all, I truly enjoyed this book a great deal and would definitely read it again.

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