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Loveless (Paperback)
by (shelved 72 times as aroace)
avg rating 4.16 — 123,421 ratings — published 2020
Dear Wendy (Hardcover)
by (shelved 23 times as aroace)
avg rating 3.92 — 3,439 ratings — published 2024
Ace: What Asexuality Reveals About Desire, Society, and the Meaning of Sex (Hardcover)
by (shelved 21 times as aroace)
avg rating 4.34 — 20,343 ratings — published 2020
Radio Silence (Paperback)
by (shelved 17 times as aroace)
avg rating 4.17 — 131,166 ratings — published 2016
Baker Thief (Kindle Edition)
by (shelved 13 times as aroace)
avg rating 3.87 — 617 ratings — published 2018
Let's Talk About Love (ebook)
by (shelved 13 times as aroace)
avg rating 3.69 — 11,625 ratings — published 2018
Every Heart a Doorway (Wayward Children, #1)
by (shelved 13 times as aroace)
avg rating 3.80 — 125,515 ratings — published 2016
Is Love the Answer? (Paperback)
by (shelved 12 times as aroace)
avg rating 4.23 — 2,475 ratings — published 2021
The Lady's Guide to Petticoats and Piracy (Montague Siblings, #2)
by (shelved 11 times as aroace)
avg rating 4.04 — 39,870 ratings — published 2018
Elatsoe (Elatsoe, #1)
by (shelved 10 times as aroace)
avg rating 3.97 — 23,925 ratings — published 2020
Solitaire (Paperback)
by (shelved 9 times as aroace)
avg rating 3.92 — 146,835 ratings — published 2014
Refusing Compulsory Sexuality: A Black Asexual Lens on Our Sex-Obsessed Culture (Paperback)
by (shelved 9 times as aroace)
avg rating 4.51 — 1,967 ratings — published 2022
How to Be Ace: A Memoir of Growing Up Asexual (Paperback)
by (shelved 9 times as aroace)
avg rating 4.13 — 4,233 ratings — published 2020
Common Bonds (Paperback)
by (shelved 9 times as aroace)
avg rating 3.78 — 338 ratings — published 2021
Hazel's Theory of Evolution (Hardcover)
by (shelved 9 times as aroace)
avg rating 4.26 — 1,181 ratings — published 2019
Summer Bird Blue (Hardcover)
by (shelved 9 times as aroace)
avg rating 3.95 — 5,204 ratings — published 2018
Tash Hearts Tolstoy (Hardcover)
by (shelved 9 times as aroace)
avg rating 3.74 — 4,443 ratings — published 2017
Don't Let the Forest In (Don't Let The Forest In, #1)
by (shelved 8 times as aroace)
avg rating 4.05 — 62,090 ratings — published 2024
Aces Wild: A Heist (Hardcover)
by (shelved 8 times as aroace)
avg rating 3.77 — 3,575 ratings — published 2022
Tarnished Are the Stars (Hardcover)
by (shelved 8 times as aroace)
avg rating 3.70 — 2,284 ratings — published 2019
Beyond the Black Door (Hardcover)
by (shelved 8 times as aroace)
avg rating 3.70 — 2,853 ratings — published 2019
Being Ace: An Anthology of Queer, Trans, Femme, and Disabled Stories of Asexual Love and Connection (Hardcover)
by (shelved 7 times as aroace)
avg rating 3.92 — 810 ratings — published 2023
Sawkill Girls (Hardcover)
by (shelved 7 times as aroace)
avg rating 3.65 — 19,493 ratings — published 2018
Wren Martin Ruins It All (Kindle Edition)
by (shelved 6 times as aroace)
avg rating 4.22 — 2,456 ratings — published 2023
Fallen Thorns (Fallen Thorns, #1)
by (shelved 6 times as aroace)
avg rating 3.75 — 524 ratings — published 2024
I Am Ace: Advice on Living Your Best Asexual Life (Paperback)
by (shelved 6 times as aroace)
avg rating 4.42 — 730 ratings — published 2023
Upside Down (Paperback)
by (shelved 6 times as aroace)
avg rating 4.20 — 4,930 ratings — published 2019
Vicious (Villains, #1)
by (shelved 6 times as aroace)
avg rating 4.18 — 338,132 ratings — published 2013
The Dragon of Ynys (Kindle Edition)
by (shelved 6 times as aroace)
avg rating 3.83 — 865 ratings — published 2018
Firebreak (Hardcover)
by (shelved 6 times as aroace)
avg rating 3.85 — 3,197 ratings — published 2021
This Golden Flame (Hardcover)
by (shelved 6 times as aroace)
avg rating 3.42 — 2,117 ratings — published 2021
Shapes of Love (Hardcover)
by (shelved 5 times as aroace)
avg rating 4.04 — 504 ratings — published 2026
Ace Voices: What it Means to Be Asexual, Aromantic, Demi or Grey-Ace (Paperback)
by (shelved 5 times as aroace)
avg rating 3.95 — 673 ratings — published 2022
The Romantic Agenda (Paperback)
by (shelved 5 times as aroace)
avg rating 3.78 — 5,466 ratings — published 2022
The Charm Offensive (The Charm Offensive, #1)
by (shelved 5 times as aroace)
avg rating 4.08 — 83,341 ratings — published 2021
I Want to be a Wall, Vol. 1 (Paperback)
by (shelved 5 times as aroace)
avg rating 4.18 — 2,826 ratings — published 2020
Kaikeyi (Hardcover)
by (shelved 5 times as aroace)
avg rating 4.17 — 39,574 ratings — published 2022
Summer of Salt (ebook)
by (shelved 5 times as aroace)
avg rating 3.99 — 9,892 ratings — published 2018
The Bruising of Qilwa (Paperback)
by (shelved 5 times as aroace)
avg rating 3.73 — 2,631 ratings — published 2022
Archivist Wasp (Archivist Wasp Saga, #1)
by (shelved 5 times as aroace)
avg rating 3.74 — 3,916 ratings — published 2015
Gender Queer: A Memoir (Paperback)
by (shelved 5 times as aroace)
avg rating 4.27 — 80,959 ratings — published 2019
Not Your Backup (Sidekick Squad, #3)
by (shelved 5 times as aroace)
avg rating 3.88 — 1,063 ratings — published 2019
Goddess of The Hunt (Paperback)
by (shelved 5 times as aroace)
avg rating 3.75 — 574 ratings — published 2019
Dare Mighty Things (Dare Mighty Things, #1)
by (shelved 5 times as aroace)
avg rating 3.84 — 1,748 ratings — published 2017
City of Strife (City of Spires #1)
by (shelved 5 times as aroace)
avg rating 3.89 — 699 ratings — published 2017
Hopeless Aromantic: An Affirmative Guide to Aromanticism (Kindle Edition)
by (shelved 4 times as aroace)
avg rating 3.49 — 273 ratings — published
Ace and Aro Journeys: A Guide to Embracing Your Asexual or Aromantic Identity (Paperback)
by (shelved 4 times as aroace)
avg rating 3.92 — 208 ratings — published
The Priory of the Orange Tree (The Roots of Chaos, #1)
by (shelved 4 times as aroace)
avg rating 4.16 — 294,563 ratings — published 2019
I Want to Be a Wall, Vol. 2 (Paperback)
by (shelved 4 times as aroace)
avg rating 4.39 — 1,561 ratings — published 2022
“I just care about you so much … but I’ve always got this fear that … one day you’ll leave. Or Pip and Jason will leave, or … I don’t know.’ Fresh tears fell from my cheeks. ‘I’m never going to fall in love, so … my friendships are all I have, so … I just … can’t bear the idea of losing any of my friends. Because I’m never going to have that one special person.’
‘Can you let me be that person?’ Rooney said quietly.
I sniffed loudly. ‘What d’you mean?’
‘I mean I want to be your special person.’
[...]
‘But you know what I realised on my walk?’ she said. ‘I realise that I love you, Georgia.’
My mouth dropped open.
‘Obviously I’m not romantically in love with you. But I realised that whatever these feelings are for you, I …’ She grinned wildly. ‘I feel like I am in love. Me and you – this is a fucking love story! I feel like I’ve found something most people just don’t get. I feel at home around you in a way I have never felt in my fucking life. And maybe most people would look at us and think that we’re just friends, or whatever, but I know that it’s just … so much MORE than that.’ She gestured dramatically at me with both hands.
‘You changed me. You … you fucking saved me, I swear to God. I know I still do a lot of dumb stuff and I say the wrong things and I still have days where I just feel like shit but … I’ve felt happier over the past few weeks than I have in years.’
I couldn’t speak. I was frozen.
Rooney dropped to her knees. ‘Georgia, I am never going to stop being your friend. And I don’t mean that in the boring average meaning of ‘friend’ where we stop talking regularly when we’re twenty-five because we’ve both met nice young men and gone off to have babies, and only get to meet up twice a year. I mean I’m going to pester you to buy a house next door to me when we’re forty-five and have finally saved up enough for our deposits. I mean I’m going to be crashing round yours every night for dinner because you know I can’t fucking cook to save my life, and if I’ve got kids and a spouse, they’ll probably come round with me, because otherwise they’ll be living on chicken nuggets and chips. I mean I’m going to be the one bringing you soup when you text me that you’re sick and can’t get out of bed and ferrying you to the doctor’s even when you don’t want to go because you feel guilty about using the NHS when you just have a
stomach bug. I mean we’re gonna knock down the fence between our gardens so we have one big garden, and we can both get a dog and take turns looking after it. I mean I’m going to be here, annoying you, until we’re old ladies, sitting in the same care home, talking about putting on a Shakespeare because we’re all old and bored as shit.’
She grabbed the bunch of flowers and practically threw them at me.
‘And I bought these for you because I honestly didn’t know how else to express any of that to you.’
I was crying. I just started crying again.
Rooney wiped the tears off my cheeks.”
― Loveless
‘Can you let me be that person?’ Rooney said quietly.
I sniffed loudly. ‘What d’you mean?’
‘I mean I want to be your special person.’
[...]
‘But you know what I realised on my walk?’ she said. ‘I realise that I love you, Georgia.’
My mouth dropped open.
‘Obviously I’m not romantically in love with you. But I realised that whatever these feelings are for you, I …’ She grinned wildly. ‘I feel like I am in love. Me and you – this is a fucking love story! I feel like I’ve found something most people just don’t get. I feel at home around you in a way I have never felt in my fucking life. And maybe most people would look at us and think that we’re just friends, or whatever, but I know that it’s just … so much MORE than that.’ She gestured dramatically at me with both hands.
‘You changed me. You … you fucking saved me, I swear to God. I know I still do a lot of dumb stuff and I say the wrong things and I still have days where I just feel like shit but … I’ve felt happier over the past few weeks than I have in years.’
I couldn’t speak. I was frozen.
Rooney dropped to her knees. ‘Georgia, I am never going to stop being your friend. And I don’t mean that in the boring average meaning of ‘friend’ where we stop talking regularly when we’re twenty-five because we’ve both met nice young men and gone off to have babies, and only get to meet up twice a year. I mean I’m going to pester you to buy a house next door to me when we’re forty-five and have finally saved up enough for our deposits. I mean I’m going to be crashing round yours every night for dinner because you know I can’t fucking cook to save my life, and if I’ve got kids and a spouse, they’ll probably come round with me, because otherwise they’ll be living on chicken nuggets and chips. I mean I’m going to be the one bringing you soup when you text me that you’re sick and can’t get out of bed and ferrying you to the doctor’s even when you don’t want to go because you feel guilty about using the NHS when you just have a
stomach bug. I mean we’re gonna knock down the fence between our gardens so we have one big garden, and we can both get a dog and take turns looking after it. I mean I’m going to be here, annoying you, until we’re old ladies, sitting in the same care home, talking about putting on a Shakespeare because we’re all old and bored as shit.’
She grabbed the bunch of flowers and practically threw them at me.
‘And I bought these for you because I honestly didn’t know how else to express any of that to you.’
I was crying. I just started crying again.
Rooney wiped the tears off my cheeks.”
― Loveless
“What’s going on?’ she said. ‘Talk to me.’
‘I …’ I looked down. I didn’t want her to see me. But Rooney was
looking at me, eyebrows furrowed, so many thoughts churning behind her
eyes, and it was that look that made me start spilling everything out. ‘I just
care about you so much … but I’ve always got this fear that … one day
you’ll leave. Or Pip and Jason will leave, or … I don’t know.’ Fresh tears
fell from my cheeks. ‘I’m never going to fall in love, so … my friendships are all I have, so … I just … can’t bear the idea of losing any of my friends.
Because I’m never going to have that one special person.’
‘Can you let me be that person?’ Rooney said quietly.
I sniffed loudly. ‘What d’you mean?’
‘I mean I want to be your special person.’
‘B-but … that’s not how the world works, people always put romance
over friendships –’
‘Says who?’ Rooney spluttered, smacking her hand on the ground in
front of us. ‘The heteronormative rulebook? Fuck that, Georgia. Fuck that.’
She stood up, flailing her arms and pacing as she spoke.
‘I know you’ve been trying to help me with Pip,’ she began, ‘and I
appreciate that, Georgia, I really do. I like her and I think she likes me and
we like being around each other and, yep, I’m just gonna say it – I think we
really, really want to have sex with each other.’
I just stared at her, my cheeks tear-stained, having no idea where this was
going.
‘But you know what I realised on my walk?’ she said. ‘I realise that I
love you, Georgia.’
My mouth dropped open.
‘Obviously I’m not romantically in love with you. But I realised that
whatever these feelings are for you, I …’ She grinned wildly. ‘I feel like I
am in love. Me and you – this is a fucking love story! I feel like I’ve found
something most people just don’t get. I feel at home around you in a way I
have never felt in my fucking life. And maybe most people would look at us
and think that we’re just friends, or whatever, but I know that it’s just … so
much MORE than that.’ She gestured dramatically at me with both hands.
‘You changed me. You … you fucking saved me, I swear to God. I know I
still do a lot of dumb stuff and I say the wrong things and I still have days
where I just feel like shit but … I’ve felt happier over the past few weeks
than I have in years.’
I couldn’t speak. I was frozen.
Rooney dropped to her knees. ‘Georgia, I am never going to stop being
your friend. And I don’t mean that in the boring average meaning of ‘friend’
where we stop talking regularly when we’re twenty-five because we’ve
both met nice young men and gone off to have babies, and only get to meet
up twice a year. I mean I’m going to pester you to buy a house next door to
me when we’re forty-five and have finally saved up enough for our deposits. I mean I’m going to be crashing round yours every night for
dinner because you know I can’t fucking cook to save my life, and if I’ve
got kids and a spouse, they’ll probably come round with me, because
otherwise they’ll be living on chicken nuggets and chips. I mean I’m going
to be the one bringing you soup when you text me that you’re sick and can’t
get out of bed and ferrying you to the doctor’s even when you don’t want to
go because you feel guilty about using the NHS when you just have a
stomach bug. I mean we’re gonna knock down the fence between our
gardens so we have one big garden, and we can both get a dog and take
turns looking after it. I mean I’m going to be here, annoying you, until
we’re old ladies, sitting in the same care home, talking about putting on a
Shakespeare because we’re all old and bored as shit.’
She grabbed the bunch of flowers and practically threw them at me.
‘And I bought these for you because I honestly didn’t know how else to
express any of that to you.’
I was crying. I just started crying again.
Rooney wiped the tears off my cheeks.”
―
‘I …’ I looked down. I didn’t want her to see me. But Rooney was
looking at me, eyebrows furrowed, so many thoughts churning behind her
eyes, and it was that look that made me start spilling everything out. ‘I just
care about you so much … but I’ve always got this fear that … one day
you’ll leave. Or Pip and Jason will leave, or … I don’t know.’ Fresh tears
fell from my cheeks. ‘I’m never going to fall in love, so … my friendships are all I have, so … I just … can’t bear the idea of losing any of my friends.
Because I’m never going to have that one special person.’
‘Can you let me be that person?’ Rooney said quietly.
I sniffed loudly. ‘What d’you mean?’
‘I mean I want to be your special person.’
‘B-but … that’s not how the world works, people always put romance
over friendships –’
‘Says who?’ Rooney spluttered, smacking her hand on the ground in
front of us. ‘The heteronormative rulebook? Fuck that, Georgia. Fuck that.’
She stood up, flailing her arms and pacing as she spoke.
‘I know you’ve been trying to help me with Pip,’ she began, ‘and I
appreciate that, Georgia, I really do. I like her and I think she likes me and
we like being around each other and, yep, I’m just gonna say it – I think we
really, really want to have sex with each other.’
I just stared at her, my cheeks tear-stained, having no idea where this was
going.
‘But you know what I realised on my walk?’ she said. ‘I realise that I
love you, Georgia.’
My mouth dropped open.
‘Obviously I’m not romantically in love with you. But I realised that
whatever these feelings are for you, I …’ She grinned wildly. ‘I feel like I
am in love. Me and you – this is a fucking love story! I feel like I’ve found
something most people just don’t get. I feel at home around you in a way I
have never felt in my fucking life. And maybe most people would look at us
and think that we’re just friends, or whatever, but I know that it’s just … so
much MORE than that.’ She gestured dramatically at me with both hands.
‘You changed me. You … you fucking saved me, I swear to God. I know I
still do a lot of dumb stuff and I say the wrong things and I still have days
where I just feel like shit but … I’ve felt happier over the past few weeks
than I have in years.’
I couldn’t speak. I was frozen.
Rooney dropped to her knees. ‘Georgia, I am never going to stop being
your friend. And I don’t mean that in the boring average meaning of ‘friend’
where we stop talking regularly when we’re twenty-five because we’ve
both met nice young men and gone off to have babies, and only get to meet
up twice a year. I mean I’m going to pester you to buy a house next door to
me when we’re forty-five and have finally saved up enough for our deposits. I mean I’m going to be crashing round yours every night for
dinner because you know I can’t fucking cook to save my life, and if I’ve
got kids and a spouse, they’ll probably come round with me, because
otherwise they’ll be living on chicken nuggets and chips. I mean I’m going
to be the one bringing you soup when you text me that you’re sick and can’t
get out of bed and ferrying you to the doctor’s even when you don’t want to
go because you feel guilty about using the NHS when you just have a
stomach bug. I mean we’re gonna knock down the fence between our
gardens so we have one big garden, and we can both get a dog and take
turns looking after it. I mean I’m going to be here, annoying you, until
we’re old ladies, sitting in the same care home, talking about putting on a
Shakespeare because we’re all old and bored as shit.’
She grabbed the bunch of flowers and practically threw them at me.
‘And I bought these for you because I honestly didn’t know how else to
express any of that to you.’
I was crying. I just started crying again.
Rooney wiped the tears off my cheeks.”
―











