I am vociferously passionate about good books. And I hate adverbs.
Ah, a very British read, enjoyed that immensely. Well versed in young-speak, Northcote manages to convey a realistic image of how it is during the first months of higher education, the living quarters, flat mates, course work, and more. Very good banter between the characters, and a thoroughly enjoyable read.
I was immediately drawn to the two main characters, and during the moment of mandatory angst I was rooting hard for them, whishing they’d just sit down and talk.
Intimacy is hot, as always with this author, and the coming out/realizing he is gay was well portrayed. Falling in love is always both confusing and scary. When you never realized you were gay, well, it just brings a new element of shock to the whole thing.
It’s about growing up, coming out, growing into your skin. As such, it does a smashing work. Smashing. It’s really a YA-book, when it comes to the emotions, but can’t be classified as such because of all the delicious smut.
I like the slow advance of story. It makes me stop and breathe a bit. Feel around for more.
I was given a free copy of this book by the publisher, Dreamspinner Press, and a positive review wasn’t promised in return.