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320 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 23, 2016
Boy band fangirls are a species that are more focused, determined, and powerful in large numbers than just about any other group of people I can think of.
Did I love them because they were the only boys in my life who consistently told me I was beautiful? Probably.
I loved The Ruperts for who they were, sure, but I mostly loved them for how they made me feel. Which was happy.
The Ruperts made me happy. The simplest thing to be in the world. And the hardest.
The joy you find as a teen, however frivolous and dumb, is pure, and meaningful. It doesn’t matter that it might ferment and taste different when you’re older. That’s the whole point of being a teenager - not worrying about the future.

"Because the truth is, it isn't worth loving something if you aren't going to love it all the way."What an insane ride - I'm still reeling
It's absolutely absurd...and absurdly perfect - pick it up for a fun read!
"The joy you find as a teen, however frivolous and dumb, is pure and meaningful."

People have called me crazy.
It's understandable; fangirls get a bad rap all the time. They say we're weird, hysterical, obsessed, certifiable. But those people don't understand. Just because I love something a lot doesn't mean I'm crazy. And I did love The Ruperts a lot. I loved them more than soft-serve vanilla ice cream in summer, more than seeing a new review of my fanfics, more than discovering a good '80s movie I'd never seen before.
Just because I was a Ruperts fangirl does not mean I was crazy.
I think it's important that you know that up front. Because everything I'm about to tell you is going to seem . . . well, crazy.

Other people may have seen fangirls as crazy teenage girls obsessed with a fad, but they couldn't understand the small but important joy you can get from indulging in these fandoms. They didn't understand that a new gif of Rupert K. grinning at you could be the difference between a crap day and a beautiful one. They didn't get the friendships that formed, the community of people who shared your same joy. Maybe it obsession, but it was also happiness; an escape from the suckiness of everyday life. And when you find something that makes you happy and giddy and excited every day, us fangirls know the truth that everyone else seems to have forgotten: You hold on to that joy tenaciously, for as long as you can. Because it's rare to get excited about anything these days. Ask your parents.

"The most important thing that you should know is that this is not fanfiction. It isn't one of those lonelygirl Tumblr fantasies about meeting your biggest celebrity crush. This is the story of me and my friends and the time we met The Ruperts."
"You'll find the biggest Ruperts critics in Strepurs. Sometimes we sing like a tattoo they'll get, or we'll think a haircut make them look like a drug addict, or we'll make fun of the way they pose in photographs. Just because we teased doesn't mean we didn't love. Fandom is a complicated culture."


"Anyway, our friendship lived and breathed primarily in Twitter DMs and text messages. That might sound strange, but talk to any Ruperts fangirl and she'll tell you just how important the Internet was in all our lives. Without it we probably never would've even heard of The Ruperts."

"People can do a lot of harm if pushed to the breaking point, and is fangirls lived at the breaking point. If the boys were involved in a scandal, we were at a breaking point. If they got haircuts, we were at a breaking point."
"I loved the Ruperts for who they were, sure, but I mostly loved them for how they made me feel. Which was happy.
The Ruperts made me happy. The simplest thing to be in the world. And the hardest."
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“Did I love them because they were the only boys in my life who consistently told me I was beautiful? Probably.
I loved The Ruperts for who they were, sure, but I mostly loved them for how they made me feel. Which was happy.”
“The joy you find as a teen, however frivolous and dumb, is pure, and meaningful. It doesn’t matter that it might ferment and taste different when you’re older. That’s the whole point of being a teenager.”
“They were just boys. Take away the band, the lights, the fame, and the screaming girls, and they were just boys, chosen for us to obsess over.”



Did I love them because they were the only boys in my life who consistently told me I was beautiful? Probably. I loved The Ruperts for who they were, sure, but I mostly loved them for how they made me feel. Which was happy. The Ruperts made me happy. The simplest thing to be in the world. And the hardest.
Just because I was a Ruperts fangirl does not mean I was crazy. I think it’s important that you know that up front. Because everything I’m about to tell you is going to seem … well, crazy.
Maybe it was obsession, but it was also happiness; an escape from suckiness of everyday life. And when you find something that makes you happy and giddy and excited every day, us fangirls know a truth that everyone else seems to have forgotten: You hold on to that joy tenaciously, for as long as you can. Because it’s rare to get excited about anything these days.
There was so little logic to fandom. At the end, the only thing left was passion. Madness.