Welcome to Xavier Academy’s senior class trip: tropical island edition.
Emma can’t say she wasn’t warned.
“Can you hear me? It’s me. Don’t go, Gizmo.”
But it’s senior trip and tonight is the night she’s losing her virginity. It’s all planned. And did I mention the tropical island?
“Nothing bad ever happens at the beach,” he declared, which anybody who’s ever seen Jaws knows is not true.
Emma is surrounded by the usual clichés.
There’s rich kid Bradd. Yeah, two d’s. He’s flexible and I wanted to hate him but he grew on me.
I am crushing life. Absolutely crushing it. I am a winner.
Brad’s girlfriend Alison, who used to be Emma’s best friend, is a self confessed sugar addict. Auggie, Emma’s boyfriend, isn’t a fan of Louis, her best friend. Shelby has a reputation. There’s the new girl and the exchange students.
Then there’s an octopus named Sibyl. If it wasn’t for Sibyl, then none of this would have been possible.
“It’s a long story. It has to do with cocaine and a sentient, immortal octopus.”
Now Emma is stuck in a time loop and she still hasn’t lost her virginity!
It had occurred to me, all of a sudden — I don’t know what took so long — that I could do whatever I wanted. Nothing mattered!
But at the same time … nothing mattered.
I thought this book was so much fun but apparently it’s quite divisive. It seems to be one of those love it or hate it books.
It’s like Groundhog Day but with teenagers. It’s funny and over the top and a little ridiculous if we’re being honest, but that’s half the fun. Maybe don’t think too hard about how this all works and just go with it.
It’s about life choices, extraordinary feats of flexibility (I’m trying not to look at you here, Bradd) and figuring out whether being able to do whatever you want with no consequences is a blessing or curse.
I’m keen for a reread.
“Time buddies!”
Thank you so much to NetGalley and Entangled Teen, an imprint of Entangled Publishing, for the opportunity to read this book.
Once Upon a Blurb
She’s about to have a serious temporal tantrum.
In retrospect, I probably should have passed on the ceviche.
It was already a weird Friday. My class is stuck on an eerily remote island for our senior trip, I’m pretty sure Mr. D (“call me Max”) is hiding something from us, my ex–best friend turned nemesis keeps stealing my candy, and tonight’s plan for my boyfriend and me to finally lose our virginity to each other is going hellishly.
I mean, ceviche is delicious, don’t get me wrong. But a dish made from a supposedly immortal octopus should really come with a warning label.
Caution: consuming a telepathic sea creature of unknown origin may result in immortality, no consequences to any actions, and getting stuck in a time loop for all of eternity.
Now every morning I wake up, and it’s the same Friday all over again. Same annoying classmates. Same island suspended in time by an evil oyster farmer with a God complex. Same outrageous candy theft. The only person I can count on to keep me from losing my grip on this new reality is Louis, my best friend who knows me better than anyone else in this world.
This should be a cephalopod-induced nightmare but somehow — in some ridiculous way — I feel like I’m experiencing the extraordinary, the gift of endless opportunities to get things right. But when I wake up every morning and it’s Friday again, sometimes it feels more like a never-ending prison sentence.
They say some things are worse than death…
…guess I’m about to find out.













