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284 pages, Paperback
First published September 21, 2012





Because this is a book worth reading. It’s a book worth loving. This is why I read: so that once in a while, I come across a book that changes my worldview. Sure, the protagonist’s struggle with his religion and sexuality was incredibly important, but the big deciding factor for me on this one was that I really enjoyed it. But then, who wouldn’t?![]()
Fanfiction? Check.WHAT MORE COULD I POSSIBLY WANT?
Vlogger protagonists? Check.
Adorable characters? Check.
Lots of snowbaz-esque kissing? Check.
A road trip with angst, drama and more kissing? Check.
Imagine you’re having a nutella cookie cup. With the creamiest vanilla icing, mixed with pieces of fresh, juicy strawberries on top. You have blue cotton candy in one hand, and background music is playing: your favorite song, that one song that makes can make you happy no matter what. The weather is great too, and right at that moment, you feel invincible.![]()
I don't want to get into the plot, because that would be slight spoilery, and plus, where's the fun if you know everything before reading to it? What I can say is that you absolutely need to get your hands on this.
“God is like junior high, Brandon. Graduate already.”![]()
And if all my rambling didn't convince you to read this book, consider this: I spent about an hour writing this review because this book deserves recognition instead of finishing my project that accounts for 50% of my grade and needs to be submitted about five hours ago.
“I can’t see your eyes. Are you freaking?”
Status: Naked. On bed. With boy. Systems overheating. Sudden doubts multiplying. Meltdown imminent.
“No,” I lie.![]()
“What if I do everything all wrong? What if I die of happiness and go right to hell?”
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I keep asking for signs. And here she is. Someone who prays to a neon Virgin Mary and lives her whole life in all-caps and thinks God and my happiness go together just fine.
"When I give the world my characters, it's because I don't want to keep them for myself. You don't like what I made them do?..."

...I glance past the rides and snack stands to where the blond stone wall of the church is, but I can't let my eyes linger there either. It's like looking at a house you don't live in anymore. You wish you could go in again, but strangers live there now and you aren't welcome, and it wouldn't be the same anyway.
I am one man with a laptop. When I give the world my characters, it's because I don't want to keep them for myself. You don't like what I made them do? Fucking tell me I'm wrong! Rewrite the story. Throw in a new plot twist. Make up your own ending.I went into this thinking it was a cute cheesy contemporary, something like Geekerella, but gayer, which I can finish in a day and and swoon over it for rest of the week. I didn't expect it to be this much deep and this much relatable.
What if I do everything all wrong? What if I die of happiness and go right to hell?Throughout the book, whenever Brandon's having a little fum, he'd hear Father Mike's words and go into this existential crisis for solid two minutes. I particularly like this specific quote about God
I wonder if other people think weird thoughts like that. It seems unavoidable. You’re a kid, and how can they explain something huge and unknowable like God to a kid, so they draw a simple picture: he’s like a father in the sky, watching over us. Then you see statues and paintings of God in books and museums, so old they seem like historical records and not flights of fancy from ancient dead guys. And you file those away and fill in the rest of the portrait with your own references, until your picture of God is something like mine was: Ben Kingsley in a long Michelangelo beard, enthroned in an icy castle like Superman’s Fortress of Solitude and scribbling (with the angry point of his thunderbolt) a fancier version of Santa’s Naughty or Nice list. You get older, but the kid’s picture stays with you. And then all of a sudden you’re eighteen and you’ve learned how to question and doubt and you think you’re smart enough to draw your own grown-up picture of what God might be, but part of you is still cringing with one eye to the sky, waiting for the thunderbolt.I did, Brandon. I think everybody does, most of us don't want to acknowledge it.
I want to make a sweater out of this week and wrap myself in it until falls away.
“Pretentious."There's only one thing that bothered me throughout the book and that was 'ABANDON FANDOM'. Listen, I don't have any problem with people shipping other people, be it fictional or real people, but I absolutely don't like the idea that the 'ABANDON' or 'CADSIM' fanfiction is some sort of 'masturbating fantasies for straight girls'. More then once, I cringed inward when 'CHURCH OF ABANDON' were discussing Brandon and Abel's love and then some girl would make a comment about 'yesss they are going to have hot sex, wowwww'. No, okay, gay people should never be sexual fantasies for straight people. And what bothered me more was that Abel and Brandon never really called it out. Once, Brandon even made fun of the fact that his relationship with Abel started just as sexual fantasies for straight girls.
"So? I love pretentious people!"
"Why?"
"They try so hard to be interesting, you don't have to do any work.”
“It's just, when I think about sex or whatever, it's kind of like on tv.”
“Vanilla and hetero?”
Last time I asked her for advice she lit a cigarette and said “God is like junior high, Brandon. Graduate already.”
Kade and Abel. Like you're reading Genesis with a cold.


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