The Possibility of Somewhere Blog Tour: Review

The Possibility of Somewhere by Julia Day

Release Date: September 6, 2016
Publisher: St. Martin's Griffin
Rated: YA 14+
Format: eGalley
Source: NetGalley
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Together is somewhere they long to be.

Ash Gupta has a life full of possibility. His senior year is going exactly as he’s always wanted-- he's admired by his peers, enjoying his classes and getting the kind of grades that his wealthy, immigrant parents expect. There's only one obstacle in Ash's path: Eden Moore—the senior most likely to become class valedictorian. How could this unpopular, sharp-tongued girl from the wrong side of the tracks stand in his way?

All Eden's ever wanted was a way out. Her perfect GPA should be enough to guarantee her a free ride to college -- and an exit from her trailer-park existence for good. The last thing she needs is a bitter rivalry with Ash, who wants a prized scholarship for his own selfish reasons. Or so she thinks... When Eden ends up working with Ash on a class project, she discovers that the two have more in common than either of them could have imagined. They’re both in pursuit of a dream -- one that feels within reach thanks to their new connection. But what does the future hold for two passionate souls from totally different worlds?

Sometimes, all I want to do is curl up with a cute story–one that's fluffy, has an adorable romance, and has all the makings of a young adult contemporary novel. While The Possibility of Somewhere definitely had some of those elements, there was a lot more to it. I thought that the romance would actually be center to the story, but in fact, it's more about a girl's journey to finding herself and getting what she wants.

I was excited to read this book the moment I saw the name Ash Gupta. A main character that's Indian? Um, YES PLEASE. However, while he is a main character, the synopsis is a little misleading. I thought that the narrative would be from alternating perspectives, between Ash and Eden, but it's actually just from Eden's POV. While I was a little sad about the fact, it was interesting to see the differences between the two characters, and the way Ash changes in Eden's eyes as she realises her feelings for him. I liked Mundy's character too–she was quirky, and definitely a character I could get behind. Eden and Mundy's friendship was super sweet, and Mundy definitely pushes Eden to be more open and actually get that high school experience, and to have fun once a while.

Speaking of relationships, I LOVED the relationship between Eden and her stepmom. While I totally hated her dad for the most part, because he was racist and didn't want her to actually go to college, Marnie was AWESOME. Loved her so much. Amazing parents appear here and there in young adult fiction, and I'm glad that this book had at least one. I still don't know how I feel about the main relationship in the story though–Ash and Eden's. Even though I liked that they came from two different sides of the track and start off the story with a conflicted relationship that later turns romantic, their irascible relationship gave me mixed feelings.

Despite my feelings towards the romance, this novel was really strong in other ways. I liked Eden's character growth and journey, as she comes to learn what it means to love and to ask for help when you need it most. The Possibility of Somewhere was a cute story, one that I enjoyed reading. I can't wait to read more from Julia Day!

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JULIA DAY lives in North Carolina, halfway between the beaches and the mountains. She has two twenty-something daughters and one geeky old husband. When she's not writing software or stories, Julia enjoys traveling with her family, watching dance reality shows on TV, and dreaming about which restaurant ought to get her business that night.

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"An engaging read...full of drama." School Library Journal

“Eden will lure readers with her willful refusal to allow poverty and hardship to define or limit her.” Publishers Weekly

“Raw and intense, yet sensitive and touching. This is a story that will keep you hooked till the very end." Vanessa Barneveld, author This is Your Afterlife

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My normal dress code was designed to keep me invisible, but today I made an exception. I wore a teal shirt (stolen from my dad) over jeans that had only been owned by me. I finished off with my best sneakers, freshly bleached.
           After yanking my hair into a ponytail, I grabbed my backpack, charged out of my bedroom, and screeched to a halt in the den. The trailer smelled like toast and bacon. Why?
          I crossed to the table and stared down at the plate of food waiting there.
          My stepmom came out of the kitchen, holding two mugs of coffee. She offered one to me.
          I took it as my backpack slid to the floor with a thud. “You made me breakfast?”
          She laughed. “I’ve done this before.”
          “When I was nine, maybe.” The bacon looked like it had been fried to crispy perfection. I parked my butt on the chair and snagged a slice. “What’s the occasion?”
          Her smile wobbled. “It’s the first day of your last year of high school.”
          Oh, damn. She was going to get emotional on me. This day must remind her that I’d be gone in a few months. It wouldn’t be a good idea to act all happy about escaping town soon. Better change the mood fast. “Breakfast is amazing. You can repeat it whenever you want.”
          “I’ll keep that in mind.” She set her mug on the table and pointed at my ponytail. “Can I do something special with your hair?”
          Clearly she wanted to, so sure. “That’d be great.”
          While I finished my toast, she twisted my hair into a thick French braid. It took only a couple of minutes before she pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “There you are, sweetie. Now go on, or you’ll miss the bus.”
          “Okay.” I stood, gave her a quick hug, and slung my backpack over one shoulder. “Thanks, Marnie. For everything.”

The bus dropped us off fifteen minutes early, something that would never happen again. I went straight to my first-period class. AP English Lit with my favorite teacher.
          “Morning, Ms. Barrie,” I said.
          She didn’t look up from her computer. “Hello, Eden.”
          I slipped into a desk in the back row and watched as my classmates trickled in.
          My next class would be statistics, although it had been a recent change. I’d realized in middle school that college was my best route out of Heron, and I wouldn’t get to college without serious scholarships. So I’d mapped out my high school curriculum in seventh grade, picking each course to maximize my GPA. Everything had gone according to plan until three weeks ago, when I’d switched to a different math class and elective. The decision had seemed bold at the time. Now, it felt crazy.
          After English, I dropped by my locker and arrived late for second period. With nervous anticipation, I smiled at my statis- tics teacher and turned toward the back.
          “Wait, Eden. Sit there.” Mrs. Menzies gestured at an empty seat on the front row.
          I paused, looking from the desk to her. She eyed me steadily, a challenge in her expression.
          Did she expect me to argue with her? I certainly wanted to. Swallowing hard, I took my seat.
          “All right, everyone. I’m glad that you’ve chosen to take Advanced Placement Statistics . . .”
          I tuned out what she said, too annoyed to listen to whatever welcoming remarks she had for us. They would be on her syllabus anyway. I was consumed with shrugging off how much it bothered me to sit in the front with a dozen pairs of eyes behind me. Were they watching me? Probably not, but I didn’t like that it was a possibility.
          Even deep breaths betrayed me, because they filled my head with the soapy-clean, spicy-cologne scent of Ash Gupta. Why did Mrs. Menzies have me sitting next to him?
          “. . . you’ll have one group project and one individual assign- ment due each week . . .”
          I glanced at her. Group projects already? Was that why we had assigned seats?
          “. . . that’s it for now. Form into your teams. I’ll hand out your first project.”
          The sounds of dragging chairs and laughing voices filled the room. I checked around. Was I the only one who didn’t know what to do?
          Ash was looking at me, pained resignation on his face. “You’re with us, Eden.”
          I dragged my desk into the circle beside him. There were five of us in the group. Upala and Dev were Ash’s friends. A built-in alliance. They would vote as a bloc even if I could get the last guy on my side.
          The next few minutes blurred into the rhythms of a project team pretending to become cohesive. I didn’t join in, listening instead to Ash control the discussion and watching as Mrs. Menzies went from group to group, dropping off a large bag of M&Ms, several paper bowls, and the project sheet. When she finally arrived at our circle, she described what she wanted and then gave me a hard stare.
          “I want collaboration from everyone.”
          Message received—although it was unnecessary. I participated when it mattered. Reaching for the M&M bag, I filled a bowl and began separating the candies by color. An exercise in probabilities. 
          “Before we go any further,” Ash was saying, “we should pick a leader for the team. How do we want to choose?”
          “Might as well cut the bullshit, Ash,” I said without looking up. “You want the job. No one’s going to fight you. Just take it by acclamation.”
          Silence greeted my speech. I glanced at him. His gaze held mine for a second before he frowned at his notebook, picked up a pen, and began drawing tiny perfect squares, one after the other. I looked at the rest of the team. Upala and Dev glared at me but didn’t disagree with my suggestion. Probably hated that it had come from me, though.

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Thank you so much to Brittani at St. Martin's Press for having me on the blog tour and for sending an eGalley for review!


  1. Oooh this looks so cute and engaging! Adding to my TBR :)

  2. Too bad it doesn't have the alternating perspectives, between Ash and Eden but even so it sounds like a great read!

  3. Same, Rabiah. Though I tend to struggle writing a review for a book that doesn't really make me think. Lol. But I love adorable, cute stories!

  4. I just read this on Saturday, and I totally agree with what you had to say. I loved Marnie and Eden, and I thought Mundy was great too. I think you are on to something. Maybe I would have felt more connected to Ash if there had been alternating perspectives.

  5. That's a cool and unique element. Usually step-parents are demonized or too sweet, it's great that this one is different from the usual. YA books need more great parent (or something)-kid relationship. Not all parents are bad

  6. INDIAN MC, YAAAASSS. We need more of those. How was our boy Ash? Please tell me he is swoony. ;)

    Wonderful review, Rabiah!

    Alyssa @ The Eater of Books!

  7. This book sounds so interesting! I am surprised that it isn't told in two POVs, but it does seem as though Eden is also a great protagonist. I will have to check this one out! <3


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