Every You, Every Me

Every You, Every Me


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Every You, Every Me by David Levithan

In this high school-set psychological tale, a tormented teen named Evan starts to discover a series of unnerving photographs—some of which feature him. Someone is stalking him . . . messing with him . . . threatening him. Worse, ever since his best friend Ariel has been gone, he's been unable to sleep, spending night after night torturing himself for his role in her absence. And as crazy as it sounds, Evan's starting to believe it's Ariel that's behind all of this, punishing him. But the more Evan starts to unravel the mystery, the more his paranoia and insomnia amplify, and the more he starts to unravel himself. Creatively told with black-and-white photos interspersed between the text so the reader can see the photos that are so unnerving to Evan, Every You, Every Me is a one-of-a-kind departure from a one-of-a-kind author.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780375854514
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Publication date: 09/11/2012
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 256
Sales rank: 200,605
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.25(h) x 0.56(d)
Lexile: HL440L (what's this?)
Age Range: 12 - 17 Years

About the Author

DAVID LEVITHAN is a children's book editor in New York City.


Hoboken, New Jersey

Date of Birth:


Place of Birth:

New Jersey


B.A., Brown University, 1994

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It was your birthday. The first one after you [left vanished] were gone.

When I woke up, I [dreamed] thought about other birthdays. Ones where we'd been together.

Like two years ago. Freshman year. [When I had you all to myself.] 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. 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. Then I rigged your locker with pulleys, so when you opened it, all the objects rose. I'm not sure you got that part, not until I told you. But you were so happy then. [This was before happiness became so complicated. This was when you could ask me for something, I could give it to you, and the world would be right.]

And then there was last year. [You went out with Jack at night, but I at least had you for the afternoon.] I asked you what you wanted and you said you didn't want anything. And I told you I wasn't planning on giving you anything; I was planning on giving you something. That whole week, we started to divide things into those two categories: anything or something. A piece of jewelry bought at a department store: anything. A piece of jewelry made by hand: something. A dollar: anything. A sand dollar: something. A gift certificate: anything. An IOU for two hours of starwatching: something. A drunk kiss at a party: anything. A sober kiss alone in a park: something. We ended up spending the afternoon walking around, pointing at things and labeling them anything or something. [Should I have paid closer attention? Written them down? No, it was a good day. Wasn't it?] At the end, you pointed to me and said something. And I pointed back and said something. [I held on to that.]

Now it was a year later. I wished you a happy birthday. [That word again. Happy. It's a curse. The pursuit of happiness makes us deeply unhappy. It's a trap.]

Before anything else happened, there was me in bed, thinking of [who] you [used to be].

I don't want you to think I forgot.


I see too many things at once. I notice shadows. Think about them. And while I do that, I miss other things. Important things. I can't stop looking, even when I [want to] have to stop. I get lost in ifs. They are always there [if if if if] and I should only be able to tune in to them if I'm on the right frequency. But that's the thing about me: The frequencies don't divide.

[That day was your birthday in my head, but it wasn't really your birthday anywhere else.] I wanted to tell people at school that it was your birthday [but I didn't want to get their reaction when I brought it up]. I started to think it was like a surprise party, only they weren't telling either of us. They were going to surprise both of us. [I didn't have this thought for long. It was really just there for a moment.] I pretended like it was a normal day [without you there]. And like all other normal days, I made it through to the other end. [It can be done, you see.]

There are things you decide [and there are decisions you don't even know you are making]. That afternoon, I decided to cut through the woods on my way home. [As I headed that way, I looked at the ground, not the branches or the sky. If I'd stopped to talk to someone after school instead of heading straight home--if I'd had someone to talk to--maybe someone else would have gotten there first. I didn't decide to see the envelope.] I saw the envelope sitting there on the ground. [I should have left it alone. I should have been left alone. I was alone.] I stopped and picked it up. From the weight, I knew there was something inside. I decided to open it.

[I wasn't thinking of you.]

It was so small. I had to focus. I couldn't focus without telling myself to focus. [The eyes take in the colors and the shapes. The images go to the brain for translation.] First I saw the trees, then the sky. It didn't look familiar. [The brain cross-checks the translation against the memories it's stored.] I fixed on the four bare trees, standing like orphaned table legs. I knew those trees--I looked away from the photo and there they were in real life, no more than twenty feet away from me. I walked over to the nearest tree, but that didn't tell me anything. I looked at the envelope, but it was completely blank. [No address, no name on the front. I looked.] I almost put it back. But the sky was getting gray, almost as gray as the sky in the photo. Leaving it on the ground didn't seem right. It was going to rain.

I saw the other trees. I held the photo up against real life, figured out my place in it. But there was something I was missing. [Or maybe there was something extra. I was here. I was not in the photograph. Therefore the photograph was then, and I was now.]

I turned around and saw my school. Its windows. Watching me.

Revealing nothing.

[Anything? Something?]

I put the photograph back in the envelope. [I didn't put the envelope back on the ground.] I kept it. And I might have forgotten about it. I might have just thrown it out, or let it stay in my backpack until it became crumpled and torn and wrecked on the bottom with all the pieces of unchewed gum slipped loose from their wrappers. I might have just shown it to Jack or someone else the next day at school. [In another time, I would have shown it to you first.] We would have shrugged and moved on to the next thing. It would have been a short, short story.

Random, we would have said.



Completely without a pattern.


Completely without a recognizable pattern.


Either the event is outside any pattern.


We are unable to comprehend the pattern.]

I folded the envelope in half, careful that the photo wasn't caught in the crease.

(I try to be a careful person. Most of the time my carelessness is completely unintentional.)

I looked around one more time, stood in the center of the bare trees, at the exact center.

Then I headed home and I lost focus and the barrage in my head started again.

[You will never be happy again. Why do you even think about it?]

Five minutes after I picked up the photo, it rained.

[This pain is all that you have.]

I think:

If I'd been five minutes later, it would have been raining if it had been five minutes later, I would have been dashing through the rain, not noticing if I'd been five minutes later, the envelope and the photo would have been soaked, ruined.

I think:

If I'd been five minutes later, none of this would have happened.

I know:

It probably would have happened anyway. Just not like this.


I woke up at two in the morning, feeling guilty that I hadn't asked you what you wanted this year.

From the Hardcover edition.

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Every You, Every Me 3.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 19 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this book. It had me with endless quesions. They were answered lovely at the end. Its worth your money.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Should i get this???????
FeatheredQuillBookReviews More than 1 year ago
Everyone knows everyone they are close to. But.even with the best of friends, no one can actually know ALL there is to know about someone else. And it comes as a huge surprise to Evan that his best friend, Ariel, was someone who had many sides to her that Evan didn't even know existed. Evan loved Ariel, in a way. They talked all the time, hung out with each other, shared their tortured lives, and seemed to be the only ones in the world who understood the other. Jack was Ariel's boyfriend. He was more of the handsome, jock type. Even though Evan likes Jack, he was always a bit surprised with the way his friend acted around him. What Evan never could seem to understand is that Ariel as his "friend" was far different than Ariel as "Jack's girlfriend." But he learned to accept that, seeing as that without Ariel, Evan had no idea what to do in life. When our story begins, Evan is mourning the 'loss' of his friend. She is gone now, and Evan is trying to find a way to recover, go on with his life, and get rid of the pure and utter guilt he has over his own participation in Ariel's disappearance. The odd thing, however, is that Evan has started to receive pictures; little white envelopes have shown up in locations that Evan visits, as well as his locker at school. These are pictures of Ariel, him, Jack, and locales where he and Ariel used to hang out. Evan begins to wonder if Ariel is somehow back; perhaps she is the one leaving the pictures for him to find in order to make his heart hurt even worse. Or maybe someone else is sending these cryptic messages to Evan to torment him - maybe they know of his 'actions' in Ariel's demise. The author brings the reader on a very in-depth journey. The book is written with pages that are crossed out, as well as pages with pictures and no words, and chapters that are broken out into alphabetical sections, allowing the reader to feel as if they are not only reading a novel - but they are also watching a court case unfold. Quill Says: Yes, the meaning of the book is clearly stated, but the avant-garde way of presenting the material is a bit trying at times.
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ABookVacation More than 1 year ago
I really loved how this novel connected pictures with the storyline, and if I read the acknowledgments correctly, Johnathan Farmer provided random photos and David Levithan wrote them into his story--neither of them knowing what exactly the other was doing. That's really neat, and the fact that it worked into a viable story just blows my mind! I wouldn't be able to write a story based on a photo and then keep it going through other random photos given to me, but that's why I'm not a talented author and Levithan is. The photos really worked out very well, and I'm glad that Farmer chose to stay in one genre because it added a little bit of spook factor as well. I liked that this novel was difficult to pin down--I didn't know who to trust, who was really crazy, and what happened to Ariel; if she's dead or in an insane asylum... it's not made clear for some time, though allusions are made. Though I never connected with the characters on a deep level, I was definitely entwined in their story and I really enjoyed it, until the revelation. For me, I just felt like the revelation of Ariel was forced; not possible, if you will. And I basically feel this way because I can't fathom how someone would be able to do what Ariel did, or how her boyfriend and best friend wouldn't have known... I'm being cryptic here because I don't want to give away the story, but overall, the execution and plotline was great until the very end. That's where it lost me. Do I recommend it? Yes I do—perhaps you’ll enjoy the ending more than I did.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Just wow!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is ok. Interesting in the pictures and the thoughts that are scratched out, but there are so many words scratched out that it gets a little tiresome reading through lines.
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KatrinaO More than 1 year ago
Emo, emo, emo. Full of young adult “emo-tism”, if that’s what they call it. I was disappointed because I liked David Levithan’s Everyday and this is just the total opposite for me. But I loved the photographs though. :D That’s what kept me interested. ;)
izThapa More than 1 year ago
hm.. well, it was okay, for me. It was confusing.......
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Every me, every you is a beautiful and haunting story of wondering if you made the right choice to help someone. David Levathian has written a book that even after the last page is read the story just stays with if you get chance please read it.
Amy_Rose More than 1 year ago
I found this book to be quite hard to put down. There were some slow parts, but for the most part, it was pretty good.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I just bought this book today! and I am so excited to read it. I read a few pages in the store and could not wait to keep reading. David Levithan is amazing!
AlternativeMind More than 1 year ago
I may be a tad bias since I am in love David Levithan but I think that this novel was great! I fell in love with the author when I first read Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist which he co-wrote with Rachel Cohn. Then I read another co-written book by David and John Green entitled Will Grayson, Will Grayson which was AMAZING to say the least. He is a brilliant writer and he made the characters in Every you, Every me very compelling. This was a different way of writing: David crossed out words and sentences, used very intriguing pictures by Jonathan Framer and still made me buzz to read on. You learn to love the main character Evan on his quest to figure out who is the mysteriously sending the photo's to Evan while you continue to grow more empathetic to Ariel, his best friend--- or so Evan thought. :) This is a novel about friendship, mystery, discovery, morals and the attempt of truly knowing every type of person in someone. All in all, I liked this book and I recommend you read it, too.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Really great book! Makes u never want to put the book down
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
And it's spelled the same way too. Is it good though? ~The Little Mermaid
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Pleaz right bac. Thanks.