First sentence: “There are few things in the world that I find more painful than being forced to sit on a cold metal folding chair in front of a home improvement store selling candy for the Spanish Club.”
DNF AT CHAPTER 14
If I had read Traveler a few years ago, I may have liked it. (Though, probably not.)
Like The Edge of Everything, Traveler promised me something I loved reading about—alternate realities—but it failed to wow me. You’d think people who can “slide through reflections and dreams into alternate realities” to be exciting, but it just isn’t here.
The start of Traveler didn’t suck me in (it starts with Jessa being bored out of her mind waiting on the candy to arrive for her school’s Spanish club and writing stories about a mysterious dude who she can’t get out of her mind); the characters were bland (nothing truly memorable about them that I remember); it played on typical plots and tropes I see a lot in Young Adult (instalove, love triangles, Chosen One), and you know what? I find that so boring to read. I felt like I read this book already in All Our Yesterdays.
Should you read Traveler? Nah, go read All Our Yesterdays for something that’s similar but better.