Books with title CYCLER.

As far as anyone at her high school knows, Jill McTeague is an average smart girl trying to get her dream date to ask her to the prom. But what no one knows, except for Jill's mom and dad, is that for the four days Jill is out of school each month, she is not Jill at all. She is Jack, a genuine boy - complete with all the parts - who lives his four days of the cycle in the solitude of Jill's room. But Jack's personality has been building over the years since the cycling began. He is growing less and less content with his confinement and his cycles are more frequent. Now Jill's question about prom isn't about who she will go with, but who will she be when the big night arrives?

AS FAR AS anyone at her high school knows, Jill McTeague is an average smart girl trying to get her dream date to ask her to the prom.What no one knows, except for Jill’s mom and dad, is that for the four days Jill is out of school each month, she is not Jill at all. She is Jack, a genuine boy—complete with all the parts. Jack lives his four days per month in the solitude of Jill’s room. But his personality has been building since the cycling began. He is less and less content with his confinement and his cycles are becoming more frequent. Now Jill’s question about the prom isn’t who she'll go with, but who she'll be when the big night arrives.

“It will keep pages turning.”—Chicago TribuneAs far as anyone at her high school knows, Jill McTeague is an average smart girl trying to get her dream date to ask her to the prom. But what no one knows, except for Jill’s mom and dad, is that for the four days Jill is out of school each month, she is not Jill at all. She is Jack, a genuine boy—complete with all the parts—who lives his four days of the cycle in the solitude of Jill’s room. But Jack’s personality has been building over the years since the cycling began. He is growing less and less content with his confinement and his cycles are more frequent. Now Jill’s question about prom isn’t about who she will go with, but who will she be when the big night arrives? “The narrative toggles back and forth between Jill’s and Jack’s points of view, comically detailing the problems you can get into when you’re half boy and half girl, including what happens when the boy falls for the girl’s best friend.”—The New York Times

AS FAR AS anyone at her high school knows, Jill McTeague is an average smart girl trying to get her dream date to ask her to the prom.What no one knows, except for Jill’s mom and dad, is that for the four days Jill is out of school each month, she is not Jill at all. She is Jack, a genuine boy—complete with all the parts. Jack lives his four days per month in the solitude of Jill’s room. But his personality has been building since the cycling began. He is less and less content with his confinement and his cycles are becoming more frequent. Now Jill’s question about the prom isn’t who she'll go with, but who she'll be when the big night arrives.

This is a story which has been told many times before by many others, and I will tell it yet again. When we first hatched, walking into the day and the glorious sun, we were blinded. The world we stepped into was new and wonderful. Each day we took another stumbling step, learning about who and what we were. Our home was a meadow, where there was a stream that slowed into a shallow pond, and a tree with large, large branches that stretched high into the sky. I found an entrance in this tree, a secret hole that led to an inside room. All over the walls there were carvings depicting us, my people and I, or other creatures like us, our ancestors. I was certain that these pictures somehow showed us our destiny, but I was not sure what it was they showed. Our home runs out of food. The days become hot. Something inside of us tell us we must move on, and the pictures on the wall show us, a large swarm, traveling across miles of land. And so we go. We brave the world, looking for food. Some of us are made to protect, others to forage for food, others fly fast through the air, to become scouts, and still others dig holes in the ground so we can be shielded when the rains come. I find no purpose for myself. I begin to wonder if I have a point at all. The pictures on the wall show that our destiny is to reach a place yet unknown, and each one of us does something to achieve this goal. Yet I can do nothing to help. Together my people must find our destiny, and I must find my purpose.

“It will keep pages turning.”—Chicago TribuneAs far as anyone at her high school knows, Jill McTeague is an average smart girl trying to get her dream date to ask her to the prom. But what no one knows, except for Jill’s mom and dad, is that for the four days Jill is out of school each month, she is not Jill at all. She is Jack, a genuine boy—complete with all the parts—who lives his four days of the cycle in the solitude of Jill’s room. But Jack’s personality has been building over the years since the cycling began. He is growing less and less content with his confinement and his cycles are more frequent. Now Jill’s question about prom isn’t about who she will go with, but who will she be when the big night arrives? “The narrative toggles back and forth between Jill’s and Jack’s points of view, comically detailing the problems you can get into when you’re half boy and half girl, including what happens when the boy falls for the girl’s best friend.”—The New York Times

AS FAR AS anyone at her high school knows, Jill McTeague is an average smart girl trying to get her dream date to ask her to the prom.What no one knows, except for Jill’s mom and dad, is that for the four days Jill is out of school each month, she is not Jill at all. She is Jack, a genuine boy—complete with all the parts. Jack lives his four days per month in the solitude of Jill’s room. But his personality has been building since the cycling began. He is less and less content with his confinement and his cycles are becoming more frequent. Now Jill’s question about the prom isn’t who she'll go with, but who she'll be when the big night arrives.From the Hardcover edition.

This is a story which has been told many times before by many others, and I will tell it yet again. When we first hatched, walking into the day and the glorious sun, we were blinded. The world we stepped into was new and wonderful. Each day we took another stumbling step, learning about who and what we were. Our home was a meadow, where there was a stream that slowed into a shallow pond, and a tree with large, large branches that stretched high into the sky. I found an entrance in this tree, a secret hole that led to an inside room. All over the walls there were carvings depicting us, my people and I, or other creatures like us, our ancestors. I was certain that these pictures somehow showed us our destiny, but I was not sure what it was they showed. Our home runs out of food. The days become hot. Something inside of us tell us we must move on, and the pictures on the wall show us, a large swarm, traveling across miles of land. And so we go. We brave the world, looking for food. Some of us are made to protect, others to forage for food, others fly fast through the air, to become scouts, and still others dig holes in the ground so we can be shielded when the rains come. I find no purpose for myself. I begin to wonder if I have a point at all. The pictures on the wall show that our destiny is to reach a place yet unknown, and each one of us does something to achieve this goal. Yet I can do nothing to help. Together my people must find our destiny, and I must find my purpose.

AS FAR AS anyone at her high school knows, Jill McTeague is an average smart girl trying to get her dream date to ask her to the prom.What no one knows, except for Jill’s mom and dad, is that for the four days Jill is out of school each month, she is not Jill at all. She is Jack, a genuine boy—complete with all the parts. Jack lives his four days per month in the solitude of Jill’s room. But his personality has been building since the cycling began. He is less and less content with his confinement and his cycles are becoming more frequent. Now Jill’s question about the prom isn’t who she'll go with, but who she'll be when the big night arrives.