When I made the wish, I just wanted a do-over. Another chance to make things right. I never, in a million years, thought it might actually come true…
Sixteen-year-old Ellison Sparks is having a serious case of the Mondays. She gets a ticket for running a red light, she manages to take the world’s worst school picture, she bombs softball try-outs and her class election speech (note to self: never trust a cheerleader when she swears there are no nuts in her bake-sale banana bread), and to top it all off, Tristan, her gorgeous rocker boyfriend suddenly dumps her. For no good reason!
As far as Mondays go, it doesn’t get much worse than this. And Ellie is positive that if she could just do it all over again, she would get it right. So when she wakes up the next morning to find she’s reliving the exact same day, she knows what she has to do: stop her boyfriend from breaking up with her. But it seems no matter how many do-overs she gets or how hard Ellie tries to repair her relationship, Tristan always seems bent set on ending it. Will Ellie ever figure out how to fix this broken day? Or will she be stuck in this nightmare of a Monday forever?
From the author 52 Reasons to Hate My Father and The Unremembered trilogy comes a hilarious and heartwarming story about second (and third and fourth and fifth) chances. Because sometimes it takes a whole week of Mondays to figure out what you really want.
Side note, where is the book trailer, Brody? I know they’re not as popular as they used to be. But damn, if you didn’t have some of the best-if slightly cheesy-book trailers out there. Or was it just that hard to find the teen female version of Bill Murray?
Anyone who has ever been on a fan fiction website has seen the story that copies almost every plot moment of a story but changes it with characters from either a) a different cannon—i.e., using the Harry Potter cast to tell a retelling of a cheesy rom com OR b) using a Mary Sue to recreate the cannon story.
Those stories suck, by the way.
I mean, okay, occasionally they work but if you’ve seen the movie you know what’s going to happen. Unless, the author, of course decides to grow a pair and change things up.
A Week of Mondays is sort of like those fan fics, except it’s a real honest, published book that pretty much is a retelling of Groundhog Day if Bill Murray were female and in high school.
You seen the movie of Groundhog Day you pretty much have a blow by blow of what’s going to happen before it does. And okay, I guess Brody tries to make things original by adding a rather predictable twist to the love story but come on. Every single quirk about Groundhog Day remains. From the asshole lead, to the annoying side characters, to the way the entire story is structured is exactly the same. Except YA-ified. The main character, for example, doesn’t try to kill herself like Bill Murray did but she sort of did the YA equivilent to it. And the whole curse of being stuck in the same day over and over again, isn’t broken until the asshole lead fixes everyone’s life and surprisingly fixes her own.
It works better on the big screen, btw. But it didn’t mean I hated this book. It was okay. I read it really fast, like in an hour and a half fast and it was like 400 pages but because the story is repetitive you can easily skim through a lot of it. And honestly, even though I found the lead gag worthy it wasn’t that bad of a book. In fact, I dare say compared to some of the YA I’ve been reading lately it was fairly decent. That being said, it was hardly good since it was so formulaic and some of the actions borderlined on cartoonish.
I was sort of hoping that Brody would add a twist in there like after that really awful day let it turn Tuesday then and deal with the consequences. It would’ve been fun, but of course that’s not what happened.
The book just remained as formulaic as can be, and while that sort of killed what potential this book had for a story I don’t think it exactly killed the book. It was enjoyable…just predictable and a bit disappointing.
Overall Rating: B- slightly better than average, but not worthy enough to have a shelf position.