Name: big ab's review of See You Yesterday by Rachel Lynn Solomon
Item: See You Yesterday
Rating: 3
Author: big ab

Rachel Lynn Solomon

From the author of Today Tonight Tomorrow comes a magical romance in the vein of The Opposite of Always and Palm Springs about a teen girl forced to relive her disastrous first day of college—only to discover that her archnemesis is stuck in the time loop with her. Barrett Bloom is hoping college will be a fresh start after her messy high school experience. But when school starts on September 21st, everything goes wrong. She can’t switch out of her Physics 101 class even after being humiliated by the awkward guy sitting next to her, and she botches her interview for the college paper. At a frat party that night, she accidentally tips over a tiki torch and sets the place on fire. She panics and flees, and when she realizes her roommate locked her out of their dorm, she falls asleep on a couch in the common room. The next morning, Barrett’s perplexed to find herself back in her dorm room bed, no longer smelling of ashes and crushed dreams. It’s September 21st. Again. And after a confrontation with Miles, the guy from her physics class, she learns she’s not alone—he’s been trapped for months. When her attempts to fix her timeline fail, she agrees to work with Miles to figure out what’s going on. They start skipping their classes in favor of the library and research trips that take them into the unexplored underbelly of the university and across state lines. As Barrett starts to fall for Miles, the two of them must find a way to grow and change alongside the shifting fabric of the universe. But the one question they can’t answer is what they’ll mean to each other if they finally make it to tomorrow.

See You Yesterday

bianca

I don’t just want you in September. It’s not enough. I want you in winter, too. I want you in spring and in summer. I want you the whole fucking year, and then I want you in September all over again.

I could wake up on the same day a thousand times, and every single one would be different because of you. Every single one would be life-changing. Because of you.

It’s cruel how beautiful [he] looks pinned against the dusk, hair wild, eyes matching the sky. It’s the kind of image that makes me wish I were an artist, if only for tonight. That’s what I should have spent all these loops doing—it’s so clear now. Learning to paint, so I could capture this moment.

Time is a strange, slippery thing. Even when it’s acting normally, or whatever our concept of ‘normal’ is. How often do you do something you love and swear only a minute has passed, when it’s been several hours? Or the opposite when something is a slog?

Sophia

"Barret," he says, just as he surrenders to a brilliant smile, "we have all the time in the world."

"I really, really love you. Please never stop being weird."

For a moment, I think that if I could stop time right here, i would.

But it keeps moving. And maybe that's even better.

Then we're quiet for a long, long time. A good kind of quiet. The world is so loud sometimes, and I've missed slowing down, listening to breaths and heartbeats.

We're supposed to banter and laugh and make plans for dinner and a movie.

We're supposed to argue about whether it was science or magic that brought us here, and he's supposed to tell me what he remembers from yesterday after we pushed the button.

He's supposed to remeber the girl he's in love with.

"I love you," I say and it instantly feels right.

"And I promise I'm going to love you tomorrow, too."

"I changed my mind," I say later, when the sky outside is the darkest black and Miles can barely keep his eyes open.

"I want to wake up next to you. That's what I want on Thursday."

"I could wake up on the same day a thousand times, and every single one would be different because of you. Every single one would be life-changing. Because of you."

I'm never growing tired of her describing his smiles

And this. This is the reaction I was hoping for, but the reality of seeing it spread across Miles's face is even better than I imagined.

He clings to the smile at first, holding himself back, as always, but it's too powerful even for his practiced jaw muscles. It grows and grows, his eyes glimmering up, until it could light up this entire beach.

I'm no longer filling up a newspaper. I'm starting a whole media conglomerate just to declare the unbashed brilliance and quiet charm of Miles Kasher-Okamoto. We'll interview the world's top scientists and run ads for every upcoming period piece. We'll have an entire website dedicated to his smile.

That's what makes me feel lucky, like Miles said earlier: the fact that I get to learn all these hidden parts of him.

Despite knowing that the rules of the universe are unlike what I've always expected them to be, all of this has made my mind spin.

All the other Barrets out there who'll never know that Miles loves period pieces. All the Mileses who never hold hands with Barret Bloom.

All those days we spent discussing our previous loops, and not once did he consider the fact that I deserved to know about that kiss.

Still, the fact remains that I let him in, and it didn't kill me.

Well, it did, but the two things are, I assume, unrelated.

"Barret," he says after a few long moments, and then he releases that weapon of a smile. It makes the car seat go melty beneath me. Jesus, that's powerful. No wonder he keeps it locked away - the United Nations might need to intervene.

And for the first time, I find myself wishing today didn't have to end.

"Buckle up, buttercup. We're about to have the time of our fucking lives."

I drop the cardigan and spring away from him, smacking my elbow against my bed frame. Lock me up. Please. I am a menace to society.

He drags his gaze to the floor, fighting a smile.

The devil works hard, but Miles's jaw muscles work harder.

"I don't really need one," I say when my delightful neighbour hands one to me, though I take it anyway. "I'm switching out."

Alas, he must know that despite the undeniable spark between us, our love may not be able to withstand the separation.

"There was poetry to physics, a beauty in learning to understand the world around me."

There's a clear sincerity in the way she speaks. The class is rapt, and I'm half compelled to stick it out.

Genesis (@whisperingchapters)

big ab

this was like fine. i was not really attached to any of the characters at all, but the premise was cute. two people repeating the same day everyday.

Daphne

en mi brain esto es un 3/5 but also i really enjoyed and im a easy pleaser tbh like miles es yo: mozarella lover, hates changes, stem major who loves movies. anyway miles was so patient y awkward idk very cute y barrett as well. anyway time loop plots are great i love how explain them always it’s interesting <33

This was adorable! Love seeing the characters build and grow together. Such an interesting idea of living the same day over and over again. Even made me tear up a little at the end. Much enjoyed! 

Lacee Foutch 

I really enjoyed this book, it was an easy read but nothing out of this world. The writing was a little off but wasn't bad, overall it's a perfect in the middle, a 3 stars

Kira Del Caro

Anja Hansen

I love a good time loop story!

This was a lot of fun and extremely cute. At times it did get a bit too cheesy for my taste, but nothing more than expected.

Kaitlin Cassell

It was a cute story. It felt a bit unbalanced and unfinished to me - someone who needs to understand the ‘why’s and the ‘how’s of the world. But I did enjoy the writing style and unique characters.

Fran Gutiérrez

If I could give this book 6 out of 5 stars, I would. It was such a fresh and original spin on the “time loop” trope. It had the right dash of enemies to lovers, forced proximity and so much romantic chemistry. It was fun, entertaining and the whole focus on science and the “time loop” as the characters tried to work out how to get out of it had me hooked. But watching Barrett and Miles embrace their predicament was also entertaining.

Joshua Hortinela

estuve al borde de las lágrimas muchas veces, no me sorprende y a la vez sí

necesito con urgencia un capítulo extra desde el pov de Miles!!

🏹At that, his face relaxes into a new kind of expression, one that restores some of my hope in the universe that trapped us here together. “Because somehow, against all my better judgment… I like you.”

The words stun me, settling against my chest with an unexpected warmth, stealing any comeback I was about to make. I like you. He says it in a way that’s so straightforward. Uncomplicated. So few people say what they really mean, and even if I never doubted the way my fellow Islanders felt about me, plenty of times I’ve had to nudge my interview subjects for clear answers.

As much as I wish this weren’t true, and I’d never admit this to Miles, I can’t remember the last time someone said something that nice to me. There’s a loveliness in those three words, the simple fact of someone liking your company.

🏹I feel light, like nothing we did before tonight matters. Like if the universe really is keeping score, it starts right now.

Miles ducks when I lob a ball at him, then pops back up with his cheeks a warm pink, his hair an electric-charged chaos. Mine must look absolutely wild. He throws back his head, his face open and warm and like nothing I’ve seen before, as though he’s lit from within. Lovely—it’s the first word that comes to mind, and it’s the only one that seems to fit. He’s let go, finally allowing his body to relax and simply savor the pure joy of something.

“Line up, ladies,” he says, cupping his hands around his mouth and pretending to shout toward the quad. “Completely average-looking guy here, ripe for the taking!”

“Fine, above average, if you’re fishing for a compliment.”

The deepening blush on his cheeks indicates that maybe he wasn’t, and it surprises him just as much as it surprised me.

Are you serious? That’s shitty and lazy. I love your ears. I mean—” I backtrack, regretting my choice of words. “I have a completely normal amount of affection for your ears.”

He reaches up to touch one of them, as though making sure those are the ears I’m talking about. “You don’t have to say that. But thank you.”

🏹“You put ‘property of Barrett Bloom’ on my ass?”

“If we want to get technical, it’s on your lower back,” I say. “But yes. Yes, I did. Do you love it? The font is beautiful, and the petals of the rose are just…” I kiss my fingers.

“If we wake up on Thursday,” he says, “I hope you’re ready to pay for tattoo-removal appointments, along with all the therapy I’m going to need to recover from this traumatic experience.”

🏹“I’m not judging you,” I say softly.

His hand is right there. Just right there on the console between us, and I can’t help myself. Maybe it’s all the years of wishing someone would comfort me, but whatever it is, it compels me to reach out and stroke his fingers.

There’s a slight tilt of his head as he glances down at our hands, as though confirming what’s happening is actually happening: my hand cupped around his, thumb dragging up and down his index finger.

This isn’t like when we held hands on the flight to Disneyland, or when we jumped into the ball pit. This is something different, something new and delicate and terrifying.

“You put so much pressure on yourself,” I say as I run my fingers along his, from the bumps of his knuckles to the joints and then back. My hand should know his at this point, but the touch sends a jolt down my spine nonetheless. “That doesn’t come from your parents, does it?”

Slowly, slowly, he turns his hand, fingers clumsy as they slide against mine.

Those words feel like he’s wrapped a hand around my heart.

Before I register what’s happening, he’s stretching his right hand toward me, and I am honestly not certain if I can handle holding hands with him again. Not this soon. But he doesn’t linger. He just grazes his fingertips along my wrist, drawing an arc between two freckles, before dropping his hand again. A gesture of understanding, I’m sure that’s what it’s meant to be, but it sparks all my nerve endings. Makes my stomach swoop low, low.

🏹“You brought me to an exhibit of period costumes?”

“They have the original gloves Jane Bennet wore in the 2005 Pride & Prejudice,” I say, pulling into the parking structure. “I know, I know, it’s not your favorite, but they have a bunch of costumes from the original Little Women, and some dishes from Downton Abbey.…”

I trail off, partially because I can’t remember what else they have and because the expression on Miles’s face has made me forget anything I was about to say. His eyes are fixed on the museum, and when he turns them back to me, I can see his jaw working to keep his smile at bay. For what might be the first time, he seems speechless.

“Barrett,” he says after a few long moments, and then he releases that weapon of a smile. It makes the car seat go melty beneath me. Jesus, that’s powerful. No wonder he keeps it locked away—the United Nations might need to intervene. “This is incredible. Thank you. Thank you so much.”

🏹He gives me this sheepish half smile. “You were the most interesting person on campus.”

“I was the one with the raging temper, you mean.”

“No,” he says. “You seemed like someone I ought to be paying attention to.”

I can barely formulate a response to that.

So he keeps going, each word chipping away at the steel in my heart. “I’m not sure I’ve ever laughed as much as I have in the past few weeks. Even if I tried my absolute best not to humor you at first.” He taps each side of his mouth, leaving behind a constellation of glitter. “I’m going to develop early wrinkles here, and it’s all going to be your fault.”

Without thinking, I raise a hand to his face, placing my fingers next to his mouth as he drops his hands. Tracing the imaginary lines there. He’s kind of beautiful, and it’s a shame I’ve been this slow to notice how lovely he is to look at. Or, at the very least, slow to let myself acknowledge it.

“Aww, you’d look cute with some mouth wrinkles,” I say. “Distinguished.”

🏹His breath catches, and that concerning thought I had a few moments ago—it’s no longer an almost. That catch of his breath sends an electric shock to the parts of my body that aren’t already on high alert. “What about gray hair?” he says.

I move my hands up into his hair, wind my fingers through the dark strands. It’s nice, thick hair, somewhere in between soft and coarse. A few dots of glitter are spread throughout, and I imagine I’m covered in it too. His eyes close, and I wonder if it’s involuntary. “You could pull it off.”

Miles’s hand drops to my knee, and it’s then that I notice how much of the space between our bodies has disappeared. Maybe we’ve been moving closer this whole time, his heat and his scent muddling my brain.

“Barrett,” he says on an exhale, just as my thumb brushes the shell of his ear. He says my name like it’s something delicate. A slip of silk. Dandelion fluff. “I wanted to tell you—you know you don’t have to turn everything into a joke. And maybe that sounds strange, given what I just said about how funny I find you. But it doesn’t have to happen every time. It’s okay to also just… live in those bad feelings a bit more.”

Our lips are a breath apart, and I’m no longer in denial. I’m wearing a shirt that says CHERISHED FRIEND OF BIRTHDAY BOY and he’s that birthday boy, and we are stuck in time but not in our ways, and there is only one thing I want before today ends.

“I’ve done enough of that,” I say, shifting closer on the blanket, my thigh pressed right up against his. “I want to feel something good.”

A dark, determined flicker crosses his face, and I want to etch it in stone. He wants me the way I want him—I’m certain of it. This boy I thought was so rigid, who’s shown me again and again that he’s capable of change. He is sweet and unique and so fucking cute, and I’m not even sure he’s aware of it.

shar

emily

where is my mollie bloom spinoff? i want wedded bliss with jocelyn / 4 stars

“I never know what you’re thinking,” he says quietly as he puts the car in gear. “All these Wednesdays, and you’re still a mystery to me. And maybe this makes me an idiot, but all I want to do is keep trying to figure you out.” 


4.75 stara
Rachel Lynn Solomon never disappointed me (even tho this is the second book of hers I read)

l.h.

the university of washington setting made this at LEAST 4 stars

arwa 

oh my god its 3am and i am going insane

this book was such a different and unique read and i absolutely loved it. the plot, the characters and the way it was written was all so great!!!

it was a bit slow at the beginning but around 30% in i was HOOKED and could not put it down! both Miles and Barrett have my heart, theyre so precious and all i want to do is give them a big hug! i loved the way the author wrote about each characters stories, thoughts, fears and the way we see them grow/develop throughout the book. this book was not what i was expecting but in the best way possible!

Omg I love this book so much!

Barret and Miles are everything♡

I've never said this thing about a book. But for me , I wish there was a movie for the book and I am pretty sure I'll enjoy the movie over the book. The story is "movieworthy" instead of 'bookworthy" . I didn't like the repetitive presentation of incidents so i skipped so many chapters because i wanted to know how this ends. 

Senali Senanayake 

YA RomCom with a One Last Stop vibe. No 🌶 

I am exactly 55 minutes late to writing my review because I spent those minutes making tiktoks about Barrett and Miles. 

I absolutely loved this book. I couldn't put it down nor could I stop giggling. 

The banter!! The angst!! The reassurance!! The problems they faced!! The resolutions!! 

Everything about this book was just perfect. 

I loved Barrett so fucking much. I just related to her so much. I know some reviews complained about her being unlovable but I couldn't stop blushing whenever she spoke. 

And then there was Miles... FUCK, Miles was so charming in such an awkward way. And I hate awkward guys because I'm awkward too and there's just too much awkwardness around. But he's just so perfect it's insane?? Like even with his insecurities I wanted to husband him up lmao. 

And Miles × Barrett caused my heart to explode I swear. I couldn't put down my highlighters every time they spoke... I bloody underlined every remark, statement, confession and syllable they uttered. 

Special thanks to the secondary characters, the professor, Barrett's mum and Jocelyn, Lucie (my personal favourite ngl) and the unheard of professor. Y'all made this book all the more better for me <3 

The way Miles and Barrett spoke to each other had my full on screaming. That being said, do I think everyone will enjoy the book? No. I think this hits certain groups? Maybe? I don't know? But I'm so glad it hit me, really. 

I folded for these characters so easily. And thank you Rachel for giving me another 5 star read to add to my shelf. This is my 4th RLS book if I'm not wrong. 5th if we're counting one of my dnf'd reads of hers. So far 4 of them were amazing!! 

That's all. I'm going to head to be at 2 am crying over how I don't have either Barrett or Miles in my life. 

Oh, and this was a hard 5. I knew I was going to rate this a 5 within the first 5 chapters (: 

Keira 💫

I am exactly 55 minutes late to writing my review because I spent those minutes making tiktoks about Barrett and Miles. 

I absolutely loved this book. I couldn't put it down nor could I stop giggling. 

The banter!! The angst!! The reassurance!! The problems they faced!! The resolutions!! 

Everything about this book was just perfect. 

I loved Barrett so fucking much. I just related to her so much. I know some reviews complained about her being unlovable but I couldn't stop blushing whenever she spoke. 

And then there was Miles... FUCK, Miles was so charming in such an awkward way. And I hate awkward guys because I'm awkward too and there's just too much awkwardness around. But he's just so perfect it's insane?? Like even with his insecurities I wanted to husband him up lmao. 

And Miles × Barrett caused my heart to explode I swear. I couldn't put down my highlighters every time they spoke... I bloody underlined every remark, statement, confession and syllable they uttered. 

Special thanks to the secondary characters, the professor, Barrett's mum and Jocelyn, Lucie (my personal favourite ngl) and the unheard of professor. Y'all made this book all the more better for me <3 

The way Miles and Barrett spoke to each other had my full on screaming. That being said, do I think everyone will enjoy the book? No. I think this hits certain groups? Maybe? I don't know? But I'm so glad it hit me, really. 

I folded for these characters so easily. And thank you Rachel for giving me another 5 star read to add to my shelf. This is my 4th RLS book if I'm not wrong. 5th if we're counting one of my dnf'd reads of hers. So far 4 of them were amazing!! 

That's all. I'm going to head to be at 2 am crying over how I don't have either Barrett or Miles in my life. 

Oh, and this was a hard 5. I knew I was going to rate this a 5 within the first 5 chapters (: 

I've enjoyed all Solomon's other YA books, but this one didn't do it for me. I don't think Groundhog Day tropes are for me. I expected it to be very repetitive, seeing as how the characters are reliving the same day over and over, so that wasn't an issue. My problem with this was that it was way too long. It's over 400-pages and for what? There was no reason for it to be that long. I think if it were 50-100 pages shorter, the story would've worked better. I also didn't love Barrett. There were times I found her so obnoxious and annoying. However, I did like her relationship with Miles and thought it was cute watching them grow closer while stuck in the loop, but it wasn't enough to make up for the subpar plot. Sadly, this whole thing was a disappointment for me.

Heather Harrington

isabella rodriguez 

i’m not one to be stingy about 5 stars, but this book is truly, truly deserving of it. it was such a fun, cute book with low-stakes problems, which is SUCH a breath of fresh air. even though the premise sounds like it would be repetitive, i didn’t find myself bored at all. miles and barrett are my faves, of all time. will definitely be picking up more rachael lynn solomon! 
(such a cozy read!)

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