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Goal: 50 books read between April '21 -- April '22
Definition of "book": 250 pages or more, graphic novels do not count (I rarely read graphic novels anyway), re-reads are okay
Books read so far: 1/50
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Title: Red, White & Royal Blue
Author: Casey McQuiston
Number of Pages: 325
Genre: Romance, Fiction, LGBT Literature
Book Number/Goal: 1/50
I rate it: 5 of 5 stars
Review:
Wonderful, oh wonderful.
Red, White & Royal Blue is NOT just a book bound in stiff paper and a flashy pink cover at which you'd never bat an eye. It's all glee-filling—the kind of book I'd willingly pluck from the shelves after a cold, dreadful day to warmly huddle around a fireplace and squeal an internal squeal when the cheeky-but-sweet candy heart effect of the book starts kicking in. I have a big, heavy dictionary stowed in the shelves somewhere and a mind that can memorise the entire thing, but none of the words written there seem to really capture it—this feeling of deep satisfaction, like being bodily plunged head-first into a deep, narrow ravine from which is impossible to resurface and then realising that you are, after all, one with the ocean, and your mind does a full-body lurch, suspended in the water, violently shuffling memories like a deck of cards and bitterly wondering why you had chosen to live in the surface when the ocean embraces you better, and then resigning yourself to letting go of the resentful feeling and just be, relieved and satisfied. Do not let it pass and read this book right this instant, but if you're a picky reader like me and take a million years reading reviews to make sure it's The One, then grant me the honor of telling you what the book is about.
Red, White & Royal Blue is an LGBT romance novel by Casey McQuiston (who, undeniably, also brims with brilliance) that can be best described thus: sworn rivals to "I literally can't stand seeing you sit anywhere within a ten-mile radius of MY table" to "oh my GOD, now I'm forced to pretend to be your best friend for PR reasons and it's all YOUR fault" to "fuck wait you're actually pretty interesting and we click so well but don't think about it too much" to "you haven't been writing back pls reply I'm explicitly missing you but not in a homoerotic way" to "I can write a novel about you and how soft your sandy hair is to the touch because we're really great friends" to "I just want to be with you so I will readily waterboard whoever tries to keep us apart" to sweet, unparalleled lovers.
It's a wonderful story set in 2016—an alternate reality where a Democrat from Texas becomes the first female President of the United States and the first son, Alex Claremont-Diaz, the Mexican-American first son of the United States, slowly but unmistakably falls flat on his face for Henry, the Prince of England. It all starts when one of their verbal altercations turns into a tragic cake-trastophe and they're forced to make-nice with each other despite themselves and, like a modern-day Shakespearean play, they watch the fiery thread between them grow with every email, ever phone call at the asscrack of dawn, and every tensional glance shared, ever, into a full-fledged forbidden romance.
So. History, huh? *grins*
Author: Casey McQuiston
Number of Pages: 325
Genre: Romance, Fiction, LGBT Literature
Book Number/Goal: 1/50
I rate it: 5 of 5 stars
Review:
Wonderful, oh wonderful.
Red, White & Royal Blue is NOT just a book bound in stiff paper and a flashy pink cover at which you'd never bat an eye. It's all glee-filling—the kind of book I'd willingly pluck from the shelves after a cold, dreadful day to warmly huddle around a fireplace and squeal an internal squeal when the cheeky-but-sweet candy heart effect of the book starts kicking in. I have a big, heavy dictionary stowed in the shelves somewhere and a mind that can memorise the entire thing, but none of the words written there seem to really capture it—this feeling of deep satisfaction, like being bodily plunged head-first into a deep, narrow ravine from which is impossible to resurface and then realising that you are, after all, one with the ocean, and your mind does a full-body lurch, suspended in the water, violently shuffling memories like a deck of cards and bitterly wondering why you had chosen to live in the surface when the ocean embraces you better, and then resigning yourself to letting go of the resentful feeling and just be, relieved and satisfied. Do not let it pass and read this book right this instant, but if you're a picky reader like me and take a million years reading reviews to make sure it's The One, then grant me the honor of telling you what the book is about.
Red, White & Royal Blue is an LGBT romance novel by Casey McQuiston (who, undeniably, also brims with brilliance) that can be best described thus: sworn rivals to "I literally can't stand seeing you sit anywhere within a ten-mile radius of MY table" to "oh my GOD, now I'm forced to pretend to be your best friend for PR reasons and it's all YOUR fault" to "fuck wait you're actually pretty interesting and we click so well but don't think about it too much" to "you haven't been writing back pls reply I'm explicitly missing you but not in a homoerotic way" to "I can write a novel about you and how soft your sandy hair is to the touch because we're really great friends" to "I just want to be with you so I will readily waterboard whoever tries to keep us apart" to sweet, unparalleled lovers.
It's a wonderful story set in 2016—an alternate reality where a Democrat from Texas becomes the first female President of the United States and the first son, Alex Claremont-Diaz, the Mexican-American first son of the United States, slowly but unmistakably falls flat on his face for Henry, the Prince of England. It all starts when one of their verbal altercations turns into a tragic cake-trastophe and they're forced to make-nice with each other despite themselves and, like a modern-day Shakespearean play, they watch the fiery thread between them grow with every email, ever phone call at the asscrack of dawn, and every tensional glance shared, ever, into a full-fledged forbidden romance.
So. History, huh? *grins*
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