The Upside of Unrequited, Becky Albertalli


Seventeen-year-old Molly Peskin-Suso knows all about unrequited love—she’s lived through it twenty-six times. She crushes hard and crushes often, but always in secret. Because no matter how many times her twin sister, Cassie, tells her to woman up, Molly can’t stomach the idea of rejection. So she’s careful. Fat girls always have to be careful.

Then a cute new girl enters Cassie’s orbit, and for the first time ever, Molly’s cynical twin is a lovesick mess. Meanwhile, Molly’s totally not dying of loneliness—except for the part where she is. Luckily, Cassie’s new girlfriend comes with a cute hipster-boy sidekick. Will is funny and flirtatious and just might be perfect crush material. Maybe more than crush material. And if Molly can win him over, she’ll get her first kiss and she’ll get her twin back.

There’s only one problem: Molly’s coworker Reid. He’s an awkward Tolkien superfan with a season pass to the Ren Faire, and there’s absolutely no way Molly could fall for him. Right?

I like this book. Just as Albertalli proved with her first book, she can write cute and write well, and write relationships well.

I think thats my favourite thing about her books. Every relationship around the main character is brilliant. A lot of YA falls down with parents – either they don’t expect, or they don’t care, or something around that idea – but in this book, not only do the parents act like parents, they have good relationships with their children. And siblings are done well too – the two mains are twins, and the book shows how both of them change as they gently grow up and both start to fall in love. They snap at each other but forgive easily and I could just see my sister and I inside them (when we were younger, at least. Now we communicate by text only!) though Cassie was not the best sister in the world.

The only downfall with this was that the main few were so well done that most others fell flat. The sister’s girlfriend fell a bit flat and Will, one of the apparently Love Interests was… well, to be honest, just an asshole. With no personality other than the ability to steal alcohol.

It was still cute though, apart from that. It’s set around the time gay marriage was legalized in America, so the story builds towards the fact that Molly’s mums decide to get married, so basically the entire book is about love and happiness and cheesiness.

I didn’t like it as much as I liked Simon but it was still a light, easy read that made me smile. Basically one of those books you would be happy to spend a summer morning reading.

Also, added bonus. Main character was explicitly fat, didn’t have to change for a happy ending and found someone who didn’t want her to change. so…

three stars


YALC, authors, and a TBR I’ll soon be Buried Under

I haven’t written a blog post in ages. There are a few reasons for this, but the main one is that recently, I just haven’t had time to actually finish a book. Or at least, a book worth reviewing. The second main one is below

This isn’t a reviewing post. This is more of a…. love letter towards the authors that write the most amazing books, the wonderful publishers and the whole UKYA community that just make reading fun, sociable and brilliant.

If you haven’t heard of it before, once a year in London, there is the rather wonderful YALC. This is the Young Adult Lit Con, above the London Film and Comic Con. Basically a bunch of authors host panels and sign books, publishers and indie authors go and sell books (and host comps and give freebies), agents go and talk you through the publishing world and other bookish things go on.

It is one of my favourite times of year, and has been since I first started going three years ago.

Back then, I went for only one day. Though I came back exhausted and in pain (I took my bags in a backpack. A mistake I will never make again) I knew I had fallen in love, and that I had to go again.

So I did. Last year I went all three days. I took books, got them signed, bought books, took home a tonne of freebies and made friends. Oh, and participated in various things including a poetry slam.

But YALC is actually more than just the books. As I heard someone say to one of the publishers this year “YALC is often the only time each year that some people see their friends.” And it’s true.

I’ve heard a lot about internet friends in the last few years, and most of it not really nice. A lot of people don’t understand how anyone you meet, or talk to, online can be a real friend. But some of those people are the ones I see every year at YALC, and every year it just reminds me how much I adore all of them.

But YALC isn’t just for the old friends – this year when I went there, I didn’t expect to come back with a group of people I formed almost instant friendships with, but I guess that is what happens when you are made to waltz for free books in front of publishers.

Those same people were the ones that helped with looking after bags or standing in queues or getting other books when you were busy. And the group I found this year – I really hope I never stop talking to them, because they were all amazing, funny and caring. Plus, we all have books in common.

I’ve been to a lot of author events over the last few years. Being a bookseller, I’ve been in the ‘backstage’ section of a few. And though YALC involves authors, its like no other event I’ve been too.

Because the authors don’t just sit and talk, then sign, then disappear. Some of them stand by their publishers table and sell books (Peadar O’Guilin selling The Nest is one of the greatest things I have ever seen) some of them cosplay (I’ll forever be envious over Lucy Saxton’s amazing costumes) and others just wander around, joining in the fun and talking to everyone.

Take Non Pratt, for example. Last year (While I was dressed as Draco Malfoy) I embarrassed myself and basically terrified her. After being told by many people “It’s okay, you’re just one person, she would have forgotten you by now!” I went to YALC this year, got a book signed from her, and this conversation happened.

“I know your face.” Said she, staring up at me, her hand hovering over my opened book. “Have I signed for you before.”

Me, in a different costume looking (hopefully) nothing like Draco Malfoy: No… but you did see me last year?

“I know you! You’re the Dancing Potter Girl!”

“You weren’t meant to remember!”

“Your face has been burnt into my mind forever!”

And then on the last day, when I had managed to get my hands on Warbringer, by Leigh Bardugo, she comes up to me with squared shoulders and attempted to intimidate me out of my book in revenge.

As a reader, this is one of my favourite things to happen. Because how many people do authors see each year? And not just to be remembered but for that joke to be continued is something you never expect to happen, but it’s something that makes me not only love YALC – because it was that place that makes it happen, but the very authors that care and love their readers.

I’ve never been to a place like YALC, and I can’t begin to describe the atmosphere of it all. I’ve never been to another place that is so accepting and friendly, where the stranger in front of you in the queue turns around and starts talking as if you’ve known each other for years (Honestly, being british this is so rare they should get an award just for that)

I wish I had photos to post here of the weekend and the amount of books I came home with (at least 40) that have been piled onto my never ending TBR pile, but I barely took any. Just imagine you were in a place where all your wanted books were £5 and you had free rein and no one to stop you from buying them all and you will be able to see the giant pile I now have after just three days.

So after a long (and probably confusing) post, I’d like to thank the people who organise YALC, the amazing publishers who go there and Waterstones, who sell a lot more books there, the authors who come and talk and don’t mind when we make fools of ourselves, and the amazing, wonderful people I met there, whether I got your names or not!

And lastly, a big thanks to the YALC Strays – the other readers we picked up over the three days this year that made this year my favourite so far. You know who you are and I adore you.