Jess and Angie are best friends, so when Angie comes out and starts dating Margot, a rich girl from a different high school, Jess tries to be supportive. Jess has secretly loved Angie for a long time - and she doesn't plan on losing their relationship to the shark-infested waters of Angie's new, cliquish social circle so easily. But then a girl goes missing after a wild house party, with Jess and Angie right in the middle of it. And both of them are lying. Spooky, contemporary queer YA packed with morally complex female characters!
After Will's brother Shawn was shot and killed, Will knows that the rules of his neighborhood dictate that he must exact revenge on his brother's murderer. As Will takes the elevator down to complete his deadly task, a victim of gun violence from his past boards the elevator at each floor. Reynolds, who might be YA literature's modern-day Shakespeare, crafts a masterful verse novel that readers will read quickly but ponder deeply, especially after the powerful final line.
Join 12 year old Sunny Nwazue as she uncovers her hidden magical abilities, gets inducted into a secret society where knowledge truly is power, and boldly faces off against all of the dark creatures the spirit world throws at her. Oh, and eats lots of fufu and egusi soup. Honestly, what's a good fantasy series without incredible feasts?
Ghost Busters meets Gilmore Girls, Fangirl meets Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Maggie Cunningham comes from a long line of monster hunters, but before she can get her journeymans monster hunting license, she has to lose her virginity, because DUH virginity is like catnip for vampires.
Super creepy and weird. Very Stranger Things-esque. Addison is hardcore AF and the things she is willing to put herself through in order to make it in this incredible post-apocalyptic world that Westerfeld has made had my palms sweating with anxiety.
Did I mention the twisted spirit-wolf-creature? Yeah. Totally awesome and terrifying. Ditto with the distorted color palette and reality in the Spill Zone. Definitely a modern cult classic -- I can't wait for the next book to come out!
Angie Thomas deserves our endless thanks for this urgently relevant book. She's told a heartbreaking, nuanced story about what happens when a young Black person is killed by the police, and how deep and far the ripple effects spread. When Starr Carter sees her friend Khalil shot, she is forced to choose between staying silent and protecting her family, or speaking up and fighting for Khalil's memory. All of the difficult questions that come up in this book are carefully and thoroughly considered, with incredible love, hope, humor, and courage. If you're feeling understandably discouraged by our current nightmare political reality, pick up this book--however old you are--and let Starr and her family, friends, and community remind you of what we're fighting for, and why.
WHY DID I WAIT SO LONG TO READ THIS OH MY GOD IT'S SO GOOD.
So as I was reading Firebug, I found myself snapping pictures of parts of it to send to my girlfriend, the writing was so good. Before I was even halfway through it (about 15 pics later), she had insisted that I get her her own copy, which she proceeded to devour and demand that I get her the sequel (Pyromantic). 24 hours later, I get a text:
"Is there going to be another sequel?"
If there's anything that every LGBTQ person of this day and age must know, it is that the small amount of freedom we have now has been paid for by the blood, sweat, and tears of the generations before us.
Two Boys Kissing is about more than just, well, two boys kissing. It's about being able to take a step back into the shoes of those prior generations and appreciate how far we have come in terms of achieving equality. No, it's nowhere near perfect, and no, this shouldn't even be an issue in the first place, but the fact that, yes, two boys are able to kiss in public, is a wonder to those who died in hate.
This is a book that gives you appreciation for how far we have come - for the fact that we cannot, and will not, be furthermore silenced.