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14 pages, Audible Audio
First published March 1, 2019
"That was the whole point. Governments didn't have to listen to the people until the people made it hurt to not listen."
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The void from earlier was back, yawning wide in Noam’s chest. Dara felt it too, he thought. Dara might not have lost his family, but he had that same hole inside him. They matched.
✦ Noam: a bisexual biracial Latinx/white Jewish teenage boy who survived a virus that took his family, friends, and fellow refugees, and gained the magic of technopathy from it. an activist for immigrant rights, and a sweet, soft boy who is too strong for his own good
✦ Dara: a gay Jewish POC celebrity son of the minister who is as much of a jerk as he is alluringly mysterious. also my son who has been through too much suffering and deserves some semblance of happiness!!
✦ Lehrer: the queer Jewish minister of Carolinia who’s been alive for who knows how long, who I secretly or not so secretly hate



That was the whole point. Governments didn’t have to listen to the people until the people made it hurt not to listen.
Thank you to Amazon for a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review! This did not my affect my opinion in any way.
All quotes are from an advanced copy and may differ in final publication.
✨ My full review is now up on my blog! ✨
“Now that both [Noam’s] parents were gone, the world was much larger than it had been before—gaping around him, sharp toothed and hungry.”
“The ground underfoot sprouted with flowers: magical little buds of gold and silver that moved without breeze, glittering petals spiraling up into the air. (…) When Noam inhaled, their magic was spun sugar on his tongue.”
“Dara, who claimed he hated everything, but secretly dreamed of counting the stars.”
“The void from earlier was back, yawning wide in Noam’s chest. Dara felt it too, he thought. Dara might not have lost his family, but he had that same hole inside him. They matched.”
“That was the whole point. Governments didn’t have to listen to the people until the people made it hurt not to listen.”

“I don’t want you to think I’m just like all the others,” Noam said, hesitating there with his hand in Dara’s lap and Dara frowning expectantly up at him, Dara’s fingers loosely curled round Noam’s wrist.
“I know you’re not,” Dara said.
“I’m not going to fuck you and then just—”
“I know.”
“I like you, and I want . . . I need to make sure you know that, because—”
“Noam.”
Noam stopped talking.
“I love you, Noam,” Dara said. It was almost pleading. “I know you don’t believe me, but it’s true. [...] I know you. And I love you.”
Two weeks ago, Noam would have been the happiest person in the world. Now those words were poison. Noam tasted venom like heat on his tongue.
“So read my mind,” Noam said, brandishing a hand toward his own temple. “I believe you, Dara. I just don’t care.”
“God. You—Noam, I have to tell you something, please—”
[...]
“I know,” Noam said. He tried to grin, but it felt weak. He said, “I love you too.” And he grasped Dara’s face between both hands and kissed him on his shocked mouth. Dara didn’t resist. Dara didn’t say a word, even when Noam pushed him back and into the car and slammed the door shut behind him.
Me: h-
Victoria Lee, probably: I'll make sure you never know happiness again

“It's all random chance. The universe. Us. An infinite cascade of chaos. A series of impossible accidents is the only reason we even exist.”

