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377 pages, Hardcover
First published May 16, 2017
I don’t exist to teach her a lesson, and it irks me that she thinks labeling me is okay now. Like, by liking guys, I automatically take on that role in her life. That I’m suddenly a supporting character in her story rather than the hero of my own.
“I guess I thought I was straight just because everyone treated me like I was, and no one ever gave me the chance to think otherwise.
“The fact that she can sit by herself and not give a crap what anyone thinks makes me respect the living daylights out of her."
“There are so many possibilities and they all suck elephant balls."
“You arrogant little shit! I was on my way to the bathroom and you went in first!"
”It radiates from him, in the tilt of his chin, the uneven manner in which he walks, in his borderline obnoxious I-fuck-people-and-I’ll-fuck-you-smile.”
“I like you, Juliet. I always have. But I’m not a boy anymore. I’m a man.
“Someone who has sex in a bathroom, where people piss on seats and take shits."
“There are some things I want to say to you, Juliet, but it’s hard, because you’re wearing that glossy stuff on your lips you wear sometimes depending on how fancy you want to be. I’m just a guy standing before you, and you’re so beautiful I never get tired of looking at you.”
“Once I reach the steps I skid to a stop. There are three steps, then a set of navy double doors.
[Caden's Coach:] Put your arms out in front of you!
[Caden:] What?
[Caden's Coach:] Do it!
I move my arms forward.
The door swings outward and Juliet steps out. She looks like her hologram: beautiful in a simple, unboastful way. She steps forward, and her ankle twists on the first step. She falls. I take a step toward her and she smashes into my chest.”
“...static gel, an ointment they have at the LIC. A Love Interest puts it on his hands or torso before coming into contact with his Chosen, so that when they touch, the Chosen gets a faint electric shock. Thankfully, Kaylee decided I don’t need to use it. Wearing it is incredibly painful, as it shocks the Love Interest constantly before it’s washed off. I nearly cried the first time I had to put it on my chest.”
“[Caden's Coach:] Stare at her until she notices.
[Caden:] Why? That’s so creepy.
[Caden's Coach:] She’ll like it, trust me.
I look up and stare at Juliet. It takes her a few seconds, then her eyes meet mine and she blushes.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
I shrug my shoulders. “I can’t help it.”
“I—I,” she stammers. “I have no idea how to respond to that, so I’m going to ignore it.”
“No one finds the love of their life while they’re a teenager.”•Starting from the title, The Love Interest openly dallies with metafiction, and in my opinion, this is something it truly does deliciously, all the more so because this discourse is closely intertwined with the one concerning sexual identity and self-affirmation. To explain these points I'm going to need to quote the book, because sometimes they speak for themselves better than we readers and reviewers ever could.
“You haven’t read any YA novels recently, have you?”
“Anyway, isn’t it pretty normal for a straight girl to fall for a gay guy? All the sitcoms treat it like a rite of passage, something that all girls must go through. You’re pretty and kind and way too good to be true. At least I’ve ticked that box now.”
“I …” I don’t exist to teach her a lesson, and it irks me that she thinks labeling me is okay now. Like, by liking guys, I automatically take on that role in her life. That I’m suddenly a supporting character in her story rather than the hero of my own.”
"Like, wouldn't it be better to send us in when we're a bit older? No one finds the love of their life while they're a teenager.“
“You haven't read any YA novels recently, have you?"
BR with THE LITTLE SHITHEAD who sent me 215465156.0036337 messages about how awkward and dumb Juliet is.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
I shrug my shoulders. “I can’t help it.”
“I—I,” she stammers. “I have no idea how to respond to that, so I’m going to ignore it. Anyway, Caden, I can’t believe I almost forgot to show you my absolute favorite thing. Do you want to see my lab?”
"If you caught your Chosen kissing your rival, what would you do?"
I lower my eyes and bring on the tears. When I feel them behind my eyelids I look up at him, my entire body radiating hurt. I stare at him for a moment, drop my mouth a fraction, then turn my head away.
"I'd look at her like that. Then I'd walk away. Next time I saw her she'd probably apologize if I were still in the running, so I'd tell her she doesn't ever have to explain herself to me, and that I only responded in that manner because I love her so damn much. I'd tell her I'm glad it hurts because it proves how much I care."
"I practice my smile. Oh God. It's now crooked—nice touch."
"Did she just say friggin? My favorite fake swearword? Be still, my beating heart."
"It's all right, Dyl. Think of all the people who've died in all of history. If they've done it, you can too, right?"
"His expression, which looks alarmingly like the disappointed emoji personified,"
Wait, wait, I can explain. You see, someone who has similar reading interests recommended this book and without reading a single review I dove right in, but at the 40% mark and after many wtfs I realised this person must really dislike me; otherwise, how does one recommend this book?
That's 2 hours of my life that I'll never get back. DNF @40%