Not the worst romance book but I just didn't care for the characters or the plot. There were not sympathetic or funny, they just seemed so basic. I found myself not wanting to pick this up in between reading sessions yet so many people fell head over heels with it. What am I missing here?

We were linked, for the endless now that felt every bit like forever.

But it was time to stop forgetting the world–and time to start changing it.

When you look at fainted stars, you'll notice that they often appear brighter from the corner of your eye. Averted vision, we call it.Same with the answers you seek, you won't find them by staring until your eyes fall out.They'll come when you're look somewhere else.


Love is the most powerful magic. Above all else, remember that. It will always guide you where you need to go.”

‘Mangos and Mistletoe' fell short for me, mainly due to the character Kisekiya. Her portrayal made it challenging to connect with the story, she was very unlikeable. Her presence overshadowed the holiday charm, leaving the romance unconvincing and unsatisfying.

I see boats moving on the sea.Their sails, like wings of what I see,Bring me a vague inner desire to beWho I was without knowing what it was.So all recalls my home self, and, becauseIt recalls that, what I am aches in me.

Just when you think you're having a scene without Simon, he drops in to remind you that everyone else is a supporting character in his catastrophe.




DNF at 45%.

I mean, who microwaves a melon? And while I was tempted to berate myself further and wallow in my misfortune, that wouldn't have done anyone any good, especially me.






I'm your friend. And friends don't let friends live small lives.

Like a good southern boy should, I'll start with my mom. She's a true baller, living proof that the value of denial depends on one's level of commitment to it.

Always remember. You will live. You will love. You will dance again.






What I mean by that is we—all of us—have to fight against performance and lean into participation. We have to be participants. Active.

— I don't want to pretend to be anyone, not anymore.— So who is The Black Flamingo?”— He is me, who I have been, who I am, who I hope to become. Someone fabulous, wild, and strong. With or without a costume on.

It's just one day, I remind myself. My fight is one of decades and generations. One bad day won't stop me from rising up. I won't quit, not today, not ever.

People don't change. They just get better at hiding who they really are.

We're from where we're from, she says back. Scars are part of the deal, aren't they?