Every You, Every Me

Every You, Every Me


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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: 765,389
Product dimensions: 5.56(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.

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Every You, Every Me 3.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 25 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.
YABliss on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
WHOA. Dark, compelling, unbelievably haunting and unimaginably brilliant.I was dizzy from being inside Evan's mind. His character is so utterly palpable that it was scary. I've always loved anything that has to do with 'dangerous' girls. That sort of mysterious, dark and troubled female character that is just as messed up as she is magnetic. Sort of like Alaska in Looking for Alaska. And Ariel's character was mind-blowing. From inside Evan's head she was so many different things, so many different people and yet, I could just picture her perfectly. I was probably as drawn to her as any of the other characters.I think 'gripping' is an understatement. It was almost physically painful to pull myself out of the book. Such magnificent writing with a relatively simple plot, but it was given in these bits and pieces, photos and moments, memories of half-conversations, taunting the reader until the very last page.Some parts were even creepy, some pictures and scenes would give me goosebumps but just resulted in me being more and more invested. It was a delicious thrill-ride. I wish I had the time to read it in one sitting because it followed me around when I wasn't reading.If you like dark, life-shaking contemporary fiction or if you want to read a thriller that will keep you GLUED to it, read this!
cay250 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
When a mysterious photographer strategically plants pictures of him and his missing best friend Ariel where he will find them, Evan starts to unravel with paranoia, guilt and grief. He enlists Jack, his close friend and Ariel¿s former boyfriend, to help find out who¿s sending the photographs and why they¿re being stalked.
silenceiseverything on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Now THIS is what a young-adult thriller should be like. After being a bit disappointed at the mystery-thriller aspect of Susan Beth Pfeffer's Blood Wounds (but not disappointed in the book as a whole), Every You, Every Me was definitely a welcome surprise. I had expected the book to focus heavily on the gimmick and let the actual mystery plot, of what happened to Ariel and who's sending Evan those mysterious photographs, fall to the wayside. But it didn't. In fact, Every You, Every Me wouldn't have suffered one bit if it didn't include any of the photographs. It still would have been an intriguing story and one hell of a mystery. Yet the photographs do add something extra to it. Since I had an advanced reader's copy of Every You, Every Me, I didn't get the full effect of the photographs. Not that that part of the book was bad at all. The book was still pretty amazing, but the final released copy of Every You, Every Me is supposed to include full-length color photographs, while those with an ARC had small-ish black and white photos. But again, the photographs do add something extra. For me, it had me feeling that much more freaked out for Evan. The slashed out lines (that were still completely readable) were an interesting way to show what Evan was really thinking as opposed to what he was actually saying. So, the gimmicky parts of Every You, Every Me actually worked and were very well-done. Every You, Every Me was also superbly written. You can just feel how screwed up Evan is due to everything that happened to Ariel. You really do start to wonder about Evan's state of mind and that just intensifies the disturbing factor. Every You, Every Me just drives home the fact that we never really know someone completely. We just know one facet of them. Who they are when they're with you can be completely different than who they are when they're with someone else. So, I thought Every You, Every Me was a fantastic novel. Every single aspect of it worked wonderfully. I do think that it will be even more amazing as a finished product with the full-length cover pictures included. Either way, Every You, Every Me is highly recommended.
pacey1927 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
"Every You, Every Me" is an emotional tale about a high school student named Evan who is coming to terms with losing his very best (and mostly only) friend Ariel. Levithan slowly reveals what exactly happened to Ariel through pictures that Evan discovers being 'planted' for him by their photographer. While reading through the author's notes, I learned that Levithan worked with a photographer who would reveal the photos as the story was actually being written. The concept works amazingly well here and I was intrigued by the story throughout. But where this book really shines is in the emotional journey Evan takes as he is forced to face the Ariel he knew as well as the Ariel he didn't. Some of the reading became slightly uncomfortable as I began to question Evan's sanity right along with some of his other classmates. I feared for the end of the story because I very much wanted Evan to have some peace, some sense of hope. The characters are drawn so vividly that I imagine that most any pre-teen or teenager can relate to them. The language of the book is so pretty that sometimes it feels like reading poetry. One of my favorite lines from the book sees Evan remembering a kiss he witnessed between Ariel and her boyfriend. Evan wonders if Jack thinks about his time with Ariel, "I wondered what happened to kisses when they were over". This was a very quick read and although I love YA books I usually read the paranormal kind rather than reality-based fiction but "Every You, Every Me" certainly made an impression. Although my first book by this author, it certainly won't be my last.
ccourtland on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Every You, Every Me is an artistic endeavor that falls short. The idea of basing a story on random photos is intriguing and I was rooting for it to be an inspiring hit, but sadly I did not care very much for this work by David Levithan. Although I'm a fan of previous stories by the author, Every You, Every Me didn't provide the level of intrigue or mystery the synopsis promises. At no point did I truly believe Ariel was behind the scheme and although this had depth potential, the plot wavered along the surface. The voice of Evan was feminine sounding in the beginning, so much so, that I had to recheck if the narrator was male or female. I was not convinced I was in the mind of a male teen. After I put that aside, I tried to focus on the photos and was equally put off. Nothing seemed to gel, especially Ariel's dress in contrast to Dana, Alex and Evans. It was strangely out of place and not in a that's so retro sort of way. The strike-through in the text is distracting. Some readers may find it interesting, but I became quickly annoyed, especially in long passages that included crossed out words. Lastly, the battle of BFF's between Dana and Evan was bizarre to say the least. It was difficult to believe that neither the boyfriend or Evan knew anything about this 'secret' friendship -- even though they all attended the same school. The whole tale was a tad inconceivable and I simply didn't care for it. The media intention was commendable and deserved the attempt, but was not achieved. A quick read that can easily be finished in a day since many of the 240+ pages have photos or merely 1 to few sentences.
callmecayce on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I read this book in about two sittings. It was a surprisingly dark (almost harsh) book. I'm a huge fan of Levithan and I had somehow missed that this book even existed. I wasn't sure I was going to like the style (pictures + words crossed out), but I did. The pictures enhanced the book tremendously, especially when you read that Levithan had no say in what the pictures would (except the one on the cover, since he picked that) and nor did the photographer know what Levithan was writing until the novel was over. I especially liked the crossed out words because it led a frantic tone to the book, which I found to be essential to the telling of the story. In a way, it's like reading Evan's slow decline into a hole that he might not be able to find his way out of. I quite liked the book, as I do with most (though not all) of Levithan's works.
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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.