There were a lot of things that made me want to like this book. I don’t know that I’ve ever read an interracial g/g love story. I was into that part, and I was into the awkward racism lessons where our Asian protagonist said a bunch of ridiculous shit to her Hispanic girlfriend and said Hispanic girlfriend’s friend tried to tell said Asian protagonist a thing or two. It took a really long time for it to get through to the girl though and I’m still not convinced she totally got there.
But this book wasn’t for me. And I mean that both I didn’t care for it and it wasn’t written with me in mind. As I’ve said many times on this blog, YA isn’t my favorite genre. I can get into it once in a while (i.e. The Hate U Give) but there’s got to be something really unique or spectacular about it. I was hoping the interracial LBGT thing would do it for me here but in the end I didn’t like this for the same reason I don’t like most YA books: Everyone was so g.d. whiny.
I was also very whiny when I was 15 so, you know, I’m not mad at it or anything. I just don’t particularly like reading about people who are whining about their parents all the time, or teenagers who feel like every little thing that happens is the end of the world. Once again, I was that way once and I’m glad books like this exist, I just have a hard time giving a shit.
Rating: 8/10 – As I said in my self-imposed rules post, my rating is based on how successful this book is at what it was trying to do – not my enjoyment of it. If I were still 15 and I was still discovering my sexuality then I think this book would have been A+.
Recommended for: YA fans; LGBT folks in high school; LGBT kids of color who want to see themselves represented.
Does it pass the Bechdel–Wallace test? Yes
Author of color / main character of color / female author / female main character: Y / Y / Y / Y
The second book was Sunday Sugar by Q. Gibson. I actually didn’t rate this on Goodreads because it has such a high rating and my three stars would have really brought it down. But, yeah, this wasn’t really my jam either. The poems were short and very sweet (no surprise, given the name). I can imagine many people who would find these lovely to read on a lazy morning in bed. That person isn’t me though.