💛 A Review which is not really a review of Becoming Light by Riley Nash 💛 PART ONE 💛
I am a stupid woman and I often do stupid things. Not because I’m not smart. I’m very smart. I even have it in writing. No, I’m stupid because at the age of 45 I still don’t know myself. I still don’t know who I am. It’s my biggest “regret” in life, if you can call it that, that I didn’t try to look for ME when I was a lot younger. But hey, better late than never right?
My point is, I think it’s cool, when people find out who they are early in life because it gives them more time to be HAPPY and to love themselves. Most days I feel like I’m running out of time.
Anyway, I read this book last night. I downloaded it when Riley put it up as a freebie. The cover pulled me in because I love pretty covers and I fucking adore red heads. So there you go.
I didn’t read the blurb, because I rarely do, because I’d hardly read any books if I did. Blurbs are stupid. So are tropes. They’re a pain.
Reading a Riley Nash book is not a pain. Well, it can be painful. I’m not making sense. I stayed up too late. My doctor would not approve of that. Yesterday I actually had a thought: what kind of person would I be if I got enough sleep? Scary thought.
After I finished the book, I hated myself. I do that a lot—hate myself—so don’t take it personally, Riley. I’ll look for any excuse to hate myself and if there aren’t any, I’ll make them up.
Here’s why I hated myself last night. Today I hate myself for different reasons:
💛 I’m sorry, Riley, that I didn’t know that you are a trans author. I read and love your books and I didn’t know that about you. I’m an idiot.
💛 I hate that for a major part of Becoming Light I kept seeing Kota as a girl and not a boy. I think it’s because I met him as Dakota first. It must really suck some times to be trans—Well, not to be trans, but to be trans in a world that struggles to see and accept people for who they really are. I’ll probably hate myself for a long time because I struggled to see Kota for who he truly is
💛 I don’t know if Jamie is neurodivergent because I didn’t read the (stupid) blurb. I don’t know if it’s stupid—the blurb. Maybe you’re better at writing them than I am. I suck at that (too). Anyway, maybe I just think that everyone is neurodivergent because I am. Anyway, I really liked Jamie. I’ll consider if that means that I can like myself a little, too. The odds are never in my favor.
Anyway, I did warn you that this is not a review. But I think everyone should read this fucking book. It’s an important book. I know I say this all the time—maybe I’m just good at picking important books or maybe all books are important? (Well, not religious books or self-help books—stay away from those)
Anyway, your book gave me something, Riley. It truly did. I just love your voice. It’s beautiful and it makes me jealous. And it makes me sad, and HAPPY (not full-on HAPPY but my version of HAPPY), and hopeful. I like feeling hopeful. That’s probably why I write wholesome and hopeful stories, hoping that they’ll rub off on me. Kota and Jamie rubbed off on me and I already love them very, very much. If they were real, I’d tell them,
💛 Kota, you are the cutest, sexiest, kinkiest, bravest spitfire and you are beautiful.
💛 Jamie? Ssssshhhhhh. It’s okay. He loves you. Embrace it. Oh, and try to say things in a nicer way. I know it’s hard for us sometimes (read: always) but we can be better.
🏳️⚧️💚 Thank you, Riley