One second Naomi Porter, 16, was walking down the steps at her high school, carrying the yearbook's brand new camera next thing she knows she's half-asleep, half-awake hearing a guy she whose voice she doesn't recognize say that he is her boyfriend...oh, and her head hurts.
Soon she realizes she doesn't really remember anything after sixth grade, she doesn't remember making friends with her best friend Will, or why she wanted to be co-editor of the yearbook or why she likes her boyfriend Ace at all. Naomi can't remember a thing and all bets are off.
And then there is James, the guy who called himself her boyfriend that first day and who, with his hot and cold behavior towards her confuses and enchants her.
This book is a lot about what makes us what we are, all those memories and people who shape us and what happens when we forget that. Naomi is somewhat sarcastic through it all, but you do get a sense of her anger and her confusion and her fear. And even though she didn't know, entirely, who she was, her voice was one I could trust.
I'm not sure if I would like to have a friend like Naomi, but I sure wouldn't mind arguing with her from time to time.
A good read all in all.
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