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Who better to take advice from than your future self? This hilarious novel from the author of Ten Things We Did (And Probably Shouldn’t Have), Don’t Even Think About It, and the Magic in Manhattan series is sweet, entertaining, and all-too-relatable.
A new life is just a phone call away!
Devi’s life isn’t turning out at all like she wanted. She wasted the past three years going out with Bryan—cute, adorable, break-your-heart Bryan. Devi let her friendships fade, blew off studying, didn’t join any clubs . . . and now that Bryan has broken up with her, she has nothing left.
Not even her stupid cell phone—she dropped it in the mall fountain. Now it only calls one number . . . hers. At age fourteen, three years ago!
Once Devi gets over the shock—and convinces her younger self that she isn’t some wacko—she realizes that she’s been given an awesome gift. She can tell herself all the right things to do . . . because she’s already done all the wrong ones!
Except . . .what if getting what you think you want changes everything?
“Mlynowski is in peak form: an outrageous concept, plot jammed with twists, a laugh on every page, and a heroine — no, two heroines in one! — you completely connect with.” —E. Lockhart, New York Times bestselling author of Genuine Fraud and We Were Liars
“Read this fast-paced, absorbing, and sweet story to find out what happens when senior-year wisdom meets starry-eyed freshman dreams!” —Melissa de la Cruz, New York Times bestselling author of The Isle of the Lost, Blue Bloods, and Alex and Eliza
“A warm, wonderful (and hilarious!) story about learning to be your own hero. I ♥ this book like crazy!!” —Lauren Myracle, New York Times bestselling author of TTYL and Twelve“Mlynowski is in peak form: an outrageous concept, plot jammed with twists, a laugh on every page, and a heroine — no, two heroines in one! — you completely connect with.” —E. Lockhart, author of the Boyfriend List and We Were Liars
“Answers the age-old question — if you knew then, what you know now, would you call your younger self on a cell phone? Read this fast-paced, absorbing, and sweet story to find out what happens when senior-year wisdom meets starry-eyed freshman dreams!” —Melissa de la Cruz, New York Times bestselling author ofBlue Bloods, Au Pairs, and the Ashleys
“A warm, wonderful (and hilarious!) story about learning to be your own hero. I ♥ this book like crazy!!” —Lauren Myracle, New York Times bestselling author of TTYLand Twelve
“I’d use up all my peak minutes, pay overtime charges and forgo texting for a month if it meant I could have just one more chapter of Gimme a Call. Sarah Mlynowski surprises and delights yet again with characters that leap off the page and make you think about love, life, and the perils of spending too much time on your cellphone. This is a must read!” —Jen Calonita, author of Secrets of my Hollywood Life and Sleepaway Girls
“A perfect beach book.” —ReadingRants.org
“Mlynowski fans will not be disappointed with this blend of chick lit, light fantasy, and comedic mishaps.” —School Library JournalSARAH MLYNOWSKI is the author of the Magic in Manhattan and Whatever After series, as well as Don’t Even Think About It, Gimme a Call, Ten Things We Did (and Probably Shouldn’t Have), Milkrun, and more. Her books have been translated into more than twenty languages. Sarah was born in Montreal but lives and writes in New York City.
You can visit her online at sarahm.com and follow @sarahmlynowski on Twitter and Instagram.I should just return Bryan’s watch to Nordstrom and go home. Instead, I’m sitting by the circular fountain in the Stonybrook Mall, staring at the window of the Sunrise Skin Spa. It features a poster of a wrinkle- free woman and the slogan Go Back in Time.
Sounds good to me. If I could go back in time, there’s lots I’d tell my younger self.
Including:
In third grade, do not let Karin Ferris cut your bangs. Your best friend is no stylist. She’s going to accidentally cut them too short. And too crooked. And she won’t always be your best friend either.
In fifth grade, do not put marshmallows in the toaster oven, even though it seems like a good idea. Toasty! Gooey! Yummy! No. When they expand, the tip of one of the marshmallows kisses the burner, and the toaster catches fire, and your entire family will forever bring up the story about how you almost burnt the house down.
Sophomore year: don’t leave your retainer in a napkin in the cafeteria—unless you want to wade through three spaghetti- and- meatball- filled garbage bins to find it.
This December: do not buy the Dolly jeans you like in a size 4 because you believe they’ll stretch. They will not.
May twenty- first: do not buy Him a silver watch for a surprise graduation present, because then you will spend senior skip day at the mall returning it. Which brings me to the most important tip.
About Him. Bryan.
If I could go back in time, the most important thing I would tell myself would be this: never ever fall for Bryan. I would warn fourteen- year- old me never even to go out with Him in the first place. Or even better—the party where we officially met when I was a freshman never would have happened. Okay, the party could have happened, but when he called me later and asked me out, I would have said no. Nice of you to ask but I am just not interested. Thanks but no thanks. Have a nice life. Maybe I’d tell myself to stay home instead and organize my closet.
Imagine that. Talking to my fourteen-year-old self. I wish.
I spot Veronica at Bella Boutique, right beside the Sunrise Skin Spa. She waves. I wave back. “Devi! Come see my new stock!” she calls. “It’s stunning!” As if I’d listen to her. She’s the one who swore up and down that my jeans would stretch. “I’ll give you the employee discount!” she offers, even though I haven’t worked a shift since the winter holidays.
“I’ll come look in a minute,” I call back to her. I rummage through my purse, find my phone, and dial for my messages. I want to hear the one he left this morning. Again. I’ve only listened to it once. Fine, seven times. I know: pathetic. But I keep hoping each time that it’ll be different.
“Hi, Devi. It’s me.” Bryan’s voice is low and raspy, like a smoker’s. We tried cigarettes once, together, at the Morgan Lookout on Mount Woodrove when we were sophomores. But when we kissed, he tasted like a dirty sock, so that was the end of our smoking.
Until our relationship went up in smoke.
“I wish you’d answer,” his voice continues. “You always answer.” A pause as though he’s waiting for me to answer. “I’m sorry. I mean, I’m really, really sorry. I never meant to hurt you.”
The message is still playing in my ear, but I can barely hear, because now I’m crying, and my cheeks are all wet and my hand is all wet and how could he have told me he loves me when he obviously doesn’t and—
Splash!
Like a bar of soap in the shower, my cell phone has slipped through my fingers and landed in the fountain.
Superb. One more thing to tell my younger (by two seconds) self: don’t drop your cell phone into a house-size saucer of green chlorine. I peer into the water. A flash of silver twinkles up at me. Is that it? Nope. It’s a nickel. The pond is filled with coins in addition to my phone. Are there really people out there who believe that throwing a nickel into the water can make a wish come true?
Aha! I see it, I see it! I stretch out to reach it, but it’s a bit too far away. I lie down on my stomach and reach again. A little more… almost there…
The cell phone gets pulled further out of my reach by the swirling water jets within the fountain. Ah, crapola— I’m going to need to get in there.
Luckily, I’m wearing flip- flops. I look around to make sure no security people are watching, then stand on the bench, roll up the bottoms of my oxygen- depriving Dolly jeans, and step in.
Cold. Slimy. When I look down, my toes are bloated and tinted green. Maybe the water is radioactive and I’m turning into the Hulk.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Harry Travis and Kellerman marching through the mall like they own the place. Harry—definitely one of the best-looking guys in our class—has dark hair, a muscular build, intense blue eyes, and the rosiest skin. He also has this sexy stubble going on— very rugged and hot. And Kellerman—everyone just calls him Kellerman—looks like he’s already part of a frat. He’s always wearing his older brother’s Pi Lambda Phi hat, and sweatpants.
I duck down so that the coolio senior duo won’t see me. That would just make today perfect, wouldn’t it? The water soaks through the knees of my jeans. Crap, crap, crap! When the guys turn in to the food court, I find my footing and try to relocate my phone. And there it is again! Yahoo! Balanced on top of a pyramid of nickels. Got it.
Yes!
Now all I have to do is safely make it back to the side…
Splat. The swirls of water push me over, and the next thing I know, I’m flat on my butt. Great. Just great. My eyes start to prickle.
I heave myself up and back to the safety of the fountain’s edge, leaving a trail of shiny green droplets. I ignore my sopping wet jeans—maybe the chemicals will help them stretch?—and wipe my phone against my shirt, as if that’s gonna help. Please don’t be broken, please, please, please. I press the power button.
No sound. No connection. No nothing.
I spot Veronica staring at me. “You okay?” she hollers.
Um, no? “I’m fine!” I wave, then turn back to the phone. I press power again. Still nothing. I press the one button. Nothing. The two. Nothing. Three, four, five, all nothing. Six, seven, eight, nine, the pound button, the volume button. Nothing, nothing, nothing. I kick the floor. My flip-flop makes a squishy sound.
I hit the power button. Again. Nothing.
I hit the nine, the eight, the seven, the six, the five, four, three, two, one, the pound button, the volume button. All nothing.
I press the send button. The phone comes alive.
There we go. I have no idea who I called, but it’s ringing.US
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