A Note from Binge on Books

Hey book friends!

Judith here. I’ll be honest, this is perhaps the most difficult post I’ve ever had to write on Binge on Books. That very first post way back in 2012 was a cinch. The site was still called I Love YA Fiction then and we hadn’t met any of you or read any of these amazing, funny, sweet, reverent, sexy, and endearing books. Writing that post was the easiest thing in the world. The words flowed and everything about it was effortless. Words and emotion on paper. Fin.

Today though, it is heavy and momentous and halting. There is meaning here that can’t be put into words. Emotion I can’t even articulate.

Binge on Books is closing. I have adored and treasured all my time reading, writing, and discussing books with you here. I will miss the site but will still very much be active in the community through my work with A Novel Take PR, Open Ink Press, and my columns on Teen Vogue, HEA USA Today, and The Mary Sue.

I am so very grateful for the times we had, you and I and the books. So very grateful.

To my reviewing team past and present – I thank you. You are, all of you, amazing.

Please stay in touch. Until I decide on a new handle, you can find me on Twitter as @bingeonbooks or email and I would love to hear from you.

Best,

Judith

Please note: there might be one or two more straggler reviews that go live between now and June 30. (Alex is a reading machine!). All reviews and the site itself will stay active until further notice.


Dear friends and fellow binge readers (as if the two terms didn’t mean the same thing),

If you come to Binge On Books, I imagine you as a devourer of words. As am I.

Since I’ve joined the BoB team, I have read and shared some books I will treasure always. If you have read my reviews, thank you. If you have shared your enthusiasm for books we’ve both enjoyed, thank you. If you have pressed me to try something new, thank you. If you were brave enough to do a buddy read with me, thank you. If you happen to be Judith–amazing founder of Binge On Books and a bazillion other most wonderful things–I cannot thank you enough.

Binge On Books may be ending but I shall continue to read. I hope you will, too. Please hit me up on twitter if you want to chat about new and old finds or — better yet — need someone for a buddy read.


Binge on Books, I will miss you so much. This is the first blog I have ever reviewed on and it has been an AMAZING, invaluable experience.  I finally had a place to voice my love for queer romance and interact with people who share that love. Judith, I’m forever grateful that you gave me a chance and accepted me into BoB family. You are the kindest and so brilliant and I have learned so much from you *sends you all the virtual donuts*. To all the fellow reviewers: thank you for being such a friendly and inspirational bunch, feel free to always squee with me about books on Twitter <3
Hugs, Anya

When Judith told me she was closing Binge on Books, I completely understood. Running a blog is a lot of hard work. It requires time, energy, and organization, and even though it seems like Judith has enough of those things for ten people, apparently she’s human like the rest of us? Weird.

However, even though I understand why, I can’t help but be a little sad about it. I haven’t contributed to the blog in a long time, as life circumstances and world circumstances have significantly derailed my reading, but this blog has had an enormous impact on me, and I wanted to talk about that a little before it closes its doors.

Writing for Binge on Books introduced me to the wide world of romance writers and book bloggers, many of whom I now count as close friends. It led me back to writing and connecting with my own voice as a writer, which is a gift I thought I’d lost. Writing for BoB helped me branch out to find new authors and new genres, and to push myself outside of my own reading comfort zones. I joined BoB during a difficult time in my life, and I am immensely grateful for the home I found here, for the kindness and enthusiasm I found from Judith and from my fellow reviewers.

I’m not a long-winded person (ask Judith, when she edited my first reviews, she was always like “…maybe a little MORE? A little longer?”) so I’m going to wrap it up here. Binge on Books was a place I was happy to call home, a place I was happy to contribute to, and my work here is something I’m very proud of. I’m not sure what the next phase holds for me, but I wish Judith and A Novel Take PR the very best, and I will see you all on Twitter!

-Erin


BoB is more than a website. It’s a community of people who embrace the beauty of all genres in the reading community. For that, I am eternally grateful. Judith and the BoB team have opened my eyes to so many books and a wonderful community. Thank you for reading along with us. All great things must end but Binge on Books will always have such a special place in my heart. I am so happy I took a chance and threw my hat in the ring.
– Madison
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YA Review: Darius the Great is Not Okay by Adib Khorram

Darius the Great Is Not Okay by Adib Khorram

Published by: Dial Books

Format: ePub

Genre: YA/LGBT+

Release Date: August 28, 2018

Pre-Order/Order at: Publisher | Amazon

Reviewed by: Alex

What to Expect: A story about a boy and not just any boy. This is a boy who is an undesirable and, simultaneously, unapologetically himself. When he goes to Iran, a place people in his social circle consider his home but a country he has never been in, he meets his grandparents and a  boy named Sohrab, who teach him more about love than he has ever known. Chock full of reflections about being depressed, overweight, bi-racial, gay, and unfriended. I cried at least three times. I smiled more often than that. Darius the Great Is Not Okay is the lead contender for my fave YA book released in 2018.

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Queer YA Sports Romance Review: Running with Lions by Julian Winters

Running with Lions by Julian Winters

Published by: Duet, the YA imprint of Interlude Press

Format: ePub

Genre: YA/Sports Romance/LGBT+

Order at: Duet Books | Amazon

Reviewed by: Alex

What to Expect: A summer of about a football/soccer captain who doesn’t know he’s a captain falling in love with a star who has no idea he’s a star and the team comprised of friends who sometimes forget how to be friends but all of whom eventually figure it out. And did I mention footie? If you loved Simon but wanted more social awareness, this one’s for you.

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Historical YA review: And I Darken & Now I Rise by Kiersten White

And I Darken & Now I Rise (The Conqueror’s Saga #1 and #2) by Kiersten White

Published by: Penguin Random House

Format: Audiobook

Genre: Historical YA

Order at: Amazon

Reviewed by: Alex

What to Expect: What if Vlad the Impaler was actually a woman? What if a despot’s rise to power could be told sympathetically such that a reader could understand it? And maybe even root for said despot? This trilogy sets out with these questions in mind. People…the third and last book of the series, Bright We Burn, will be coming out in July. Read these and be ready for the conclusion of this dangerous and impeccably researched trilogy. Read More

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YA Fantasy Review: Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard #2: The Hammer of Thor by Rick Riordan

Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard #2: The Hammer of Thor by Rick Riordan

Published by: Disney Hyperion

Format: mobi

Genre: YA/Fantasy

Order at: Amazon | B&N

Reviewed by: Alex

What to Expect: Adventure? Check. Found family? Check. Falafel? Check. Diversity and complexity shared by retellings of Norse Mythology and the world that created it? Check, check, check!  Read More

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YA Review: Openly Straight and Honestly Ben by Bill Konigsberg

Openly Straight/Honestly Ben by Bill Konigsberg

Published by: Arthur A. Levine Books

Format: ePub

Genre: YA

Order at:

Openly Straight: Amazon

Honestly Ben: Amazon

Reviewed by: Alex

What to Expect: A duology about do-overs, labels, love, and seriously messing up. In that order. Featuring a once-and-future gay boy, an introverted jock-philosopher. In supporting roles, their friends, who range from tone-deaf cis-hets to a to one of the most endearing enbies I’ve met on the page. Read More

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Anthology Review: Teacher’s Pet, an anthology from Nine Star Press

Teacher’s Pet

Published by: Nine Star Press

Format: ePub

Genre: Romance

Order at: Amazon

Reviewed by: Alex

What to Expect: HEA’s from emerging writers, all exploring that forbidden attraction that occurs between the teacher, professor, tutor, or mentor. Several gems enclosed.

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Guest Post: All the Queer Love Stories by Pene Henson

All the queer love stories

I value queer love stories. I’m here for a femme geek tripping up the stairs when she first sees her hot neighbour. I’m here for a bright-eyed city socialite trapped in a snowbound cabin with a gloriously competent hermit girl. I’m here for a fireman catching his breath to exchange flirty banter with a clothing designer or Olympic diving rivals growing to respect and then love one another. I’m here for a charmer of a non-binary person reconnecting with a love they thought they’d lost. I’m here for a trans guy realising the love he considered unrequited is so very not.  

Like many queer folk with a soft spot for a love story, I grew up on straight romance.

Harry’s romantic New Year’s Eve speech to Sally in When Harry Met Sally is a lesson in knowing someone and loving all of them. The ball players of Love and Basketball share a fierce respect and growing understanding. When Monica tells Quincy “I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven, and the shit won’t go away,” we feel every part of her pain and hope. In You’ve Got Mail, Meg Ryan’s Kathleen says “I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be you so badly.” And we wanted it too. Even though we knew it all along.

Jane Austen, my oldest favourite, understands the small details of love and respect. Emma’s Mr. Knightley has known Emma all her life and chokes out “If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more”; Captain Wentworth pens a desperately romantic and reverent letter to his long-ago love Anne in Persuasion.

There are thousands on thousands of moments of straight romance. The best of it becomes a benchmark for love in real life.

There’s value in having benchmarks. It’s important to believe that you’re worth the dazzling awe of new love. It’s a sheer joy to experience that stomach-flipping heart-pausing moment when all feelings are laid bare. Even the fluffiest romance can make a person happy, and when time’s been spent on character, when respect is given to reality, then that same fluffy romance can make the whole world better.

It’s not just the romancey side of romance (The kissing part my kid closes his ten-year-old eyes for). Love stories tend to be kind to their characters. The stories are full of tiny human observations about how people think and move and what they do when they’re happy or sad or successful or frustrated.  In them the ordinary becomes beautiful. Any dim view or grey room or commonplace person is suddenly bright and beautiful when a character is in love.  

But it’s tough, because most of these wonderful stories are heterosexual. You can’t just replace Billy Crystal with Cher in your imagination. You can’t just replace Sanaa Lathan with Anthony Mackie. (Though both those movies sound amazing). So many love stories are inherently not queer, and they give us queer folk the idea that we can’t ask for something that magical, or wonderful, or silly, or forever.

There’s sometimes this sense that queerness is just about sex. That queer romance is primarily about exploring sexuality and people’s fantasies. And sure, often that exploration is fabulous and important and for some people just plain hot. There’s value in sex.  

But I also want queer people to have touchstones for romance, to have all the huge sweet speeches, all the stomach twisting moments of new love. I want them to have the meet-cutes, the eyes-catching across a crowded room, the heart-flipping terrifying moments of falling head over heels for someone. I want the depth too, the rich characterisation and the big lives. I want the lonely hearts and the communities of queer folk laughing and living with one another. I want all the queer love stories. (I wish I could write all the queer love stories – But I’m going to have to leave the witty banter to other writers).  

Queer romance is about giving queer characters happiness, giving them a place in the everyday world, giving them communities and dreams, and giving them a happily ever after.

My hope is that queer people can see themselves reflected in that happiness.  That’s why I write queer love stories. They won’t change the world, except in all the ways they will.


About Pene Henson:

Pene Henson has gone from British boarding schools to New York City law firms. She now lives in Sydney, Australia, where she is an intellectual property lawyer and published poet who is deeply immersed in the local LGBTQIA community. She spends her spare time watching sports and gazing at the ocean with her wife and two unexpectedly exceptional sons. She received the Lambda Literary Award for Best Gay Romance for her first novelInto the Blue (Interlude Press, 2016) about surfers growing up on the North Shore of Oahu. Storm Season, about two women trapped in a remote Australian cabin, was published in 2017. She had a short story about WNBA players going home for Christmas in If The Fates Allow (Interlude Press, 2017) an anthology of queer holiday stories.

Connect with Pene: www.penehenson.com or @penehenson on twitter.

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A Note from Binge on Books

A Note from Binge on Books

Binge on Books in no way condones deceit or abuse now or ever.  In light of this, all material by the author known as Santino Hassell has been removed from the site. In addition, all reviews of this author’s work have also been removed.

Binge on Books is a site that actively tries to promote positivity in books and foster connections between readers. We truly hope the community can heal from these painful events, and have taken the steps we feel are necessary to facilitate this by removing influences from our site that we have learned have been divisive rather than unifying.

-Binge on Books

 

 

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Romance Excerpt: Oceanside by Michelle Mankin

Today fabulous romance writer and all around awesome human, Michelle Mankin, is on Binge on Books to share an excerpt from her upcoming novel, Oceanside. But! Before we get to that, let’s learn a little about this release that promises some of my favorites: rock stars, kick butt female musicians, and two people who might just be simply perfect for each other after all…

Oceanside by Michelle Mankin

Release date: April 10, 2018

About the book:

Oscar night.
Rock star legend, Ashland Keys should be on top of the world, but the blond blue-eyed SoCal surfer is disillusioned with fame, done with drugs, bored with the groupies and sick of all the fake f*ckery.
A rising star, Fanny Bay is nominated for best original song in the same category as the Dirt Dogs band, but the novel redhead with the corkscrew curls and the slight Canadian accent would prefer to chart a course with a different destination.
Hollywood is not for her.
He’s full of regrets, darkness and secrets.
She’s full of hope and light and has mysteries of her own.
He’s her reserved hero.
She’s his gypsy rose.
He’s water. She’s fire. Together, they don’t make sense.
But he’s what she’s always wanted, and she just might be everything he needs.

Excerpt:

Oscar night

Ashland

“Ash,” I corrected. “My friends call me Ash.” My voice sounded gruff from the weight of the things I wanted to explore further with her. Things that I wouldn’t, couldn’t pursue. Bad timing to meet someone who so intrigued me if the test turned out the way I feared. And even if it didn’t, she was too young, too innocent. Not at all right for someone like me.

“Ash,” she repeated, my name sliding so easily between those recently wetted ruby red lips of hers. I imagined them wrapped around my shaft and knew I wouldn’t have turned her down if she had offered to do to me the things the groupie had. My cock was certainly interested in her. It didn’t care about timing or right and wrong. It was all about action.

“I’m sorry you got drawn into my mess,” she continued. “I think that under different circumstances we might have been friends. It’s difficult to find many of those in our profession. Genuine ones, I mean. But I think it’s better if we just go ahead and say goodbye right now.”

“How so?” The lust thundering through me made it difficult to focus, but I did get that she was giving me the brush off. And even though wisdom dictated that I take the hint—it was the logical thing to do after all given our differences—the alpha male in me said, ‘Fuck logic.’

“Because my stepfather wasn’t kidding around. He means what he says. You don’t want to be on his bad side. I don’t want you to be on his bad side. And that’s where you would end up if he thought you were a friend of mine.”

“Someone who steps in front of him when he’s twisting your arm and hurting you, you mean?”

Her eyes wide, she nodded.

“Well, fuck that bullshit.” My gaze grazed the red welt on her arm. “He’s the one who should be worried about getting on my bad side.”

She smiled at my vehement response and smiling she was more than just cute. She was a wrecking ball to my resolve, Prettier in person than in any of the videos I had seen of her and so enticing in that little yellow halter top with the tempting bow dangling between her shoulder blades. I imagined untying it and taking those pins out of her hair. What would those glorious red curls feel like around my…. No… I reined those thoughts back and settled for tracing her subtle curves with my gaze instead. No sex. Not with her. Not with anyone. Not for a while. Potentially not ever. I wouldn’t put anyone at risk if there was even a chance they would get infected. Ironic to be sure. Divine justice for my own irresponsible behavior over the years.

The familiar icy dread returning, I had to remind myself that no diagnosis had actually been made. I had momentarily forgotten my apprehension in her presence. That song of hers was so fucking full of hope it had me expecting a miracle. And that hope sprang from within her. She was the source. No wonder her star had risen so fast. Just a handful of minutes with her was all it had taken for me to realize it.

“I…I wasn’t expecting to run into you tonight.” Her eyes twinkled like stars emerging in the sky as the sun relinquished its hold on the day. “I had hoped to, sure, you know, since I love…your music so much.” A few more spirally crimson curls shivered free of their pins as her hands fluttered in front of her chest. “It’s just now that I’ve actually met you for real.” She gave me that utterly beguiling guileless look. “I’ll never be able to look at your picture the same way again.”

“No reason to settle for a photograph, Fanny. You have your things to do tonight, and I’ve got mine. But afterward, there are a lot of parties. I’m sure we can manage to bump into each other again. Maybe talk some more.” Unwise, Ashland. But yet doing the ‘whoever and whatever the fuck I wanted’ rock star entitlement thing was a hard habit to crush. I might not be able to take this where I wanted with her spread out on thesheets beneath me, but I wasn’t ready for whatever the hell this was to end yet, either. So shouldn’t I leave myself an opening? Acontingency plan? I had been walking around like a zombie. But what if the diagnosis wasn’t what I feared? What if I received favorable news? What then? Who then? As I continued to stare into those starlit eyes of hers, I felt something shift and lock into place that was startlingly certain. Her. If I had a future on the other side of this, I wanted that future to include her.

“There is a reason.” She shook her head. “Samuel Lesowski. My stepfather. You two didn’t exactly hit it off.”

“You’re an adult. He doesn’t have to know everything you do, does he?”

“No.” Her face brightening, she shook her head excitedly and more curls escaped.

“What do you say then? How about this? You be just you and I’ll be just me. A girl from Beverly Hills and a guy from the beach. None of the other stuff. It’s not important. I’ve got a hurdle I have to clear next week, but afterward I can come back to LA. We could meet somewhere.”

“I don’t know.” She captured and wrapped one of her curls around her finger while blinking uncertainly at me through the thick fringe of her crimson lashes.

“There’s a coffeehouse,” I plowed over her reservations. “The Cosmic Cup in Manhattan Beach. It’s by the water. Quiet. Close enough to where you live, but a fair enough distance from the bullshit of LA. How about Wednesday at ten o’clock?”

“But…”

“But nothing. You wrote that song, ‘Tomorrow Today’, right? Make every moment count. I believe that. We can’t control time, but who says we can’t manipulate it. We bumped into each other tonight for a reason. Don’t you think we owe ourselves a chance to find out what that reason is?”

Pre-order it now:

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0799TMQ4X/
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1340503973 
https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/oceanside-miche…/1127888699
https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/oceanside-3 
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/38203863

About Michelle: 

Michelle Mankin is the New York Times bestselling author of the Black Cat Records series of novels.

Rock Stars. Romance. Redemption.

Love Evolution, Love Revolution, and Love Resolution are a BRUTAL STRENGTH centered trilogy, combining the plot underpinnings of Shakespeare with the drama, excitement, and indisputable sexiness of the rock ‘n roll industry.

Things take a bit of an edgier, once upon a time turn with the TEMPEST series. These pierced, tatted, and troubled Seattle rockers are young and on the cusp of making it big, but with serious obstacles to overcome that may prevent them from ever getting there.

Rock stars, myths, and legends collide with paranormal romance in a totally mesmerizing way in the MAGIC series.

Catch the perfect wave with irresistible surfers in the ROCK STARS, SURF AND SECOND CHANCES series.

Romance and self-discovery, the FINDING ME series is a Tempest spin off with a more experienced but familiar cast of characters.

ROCK F*CK CLUB. One woman, ten rock stars. Is a woman’s sexuality hers to define or does a double standard remain? 

When Michelle is not prowling the streets of her Texas town listening to her rock or NOLA funk music much too loud, she is putting her daydreams down on paper or traveling the world with her family and friends, sometimes for real, and sometimes just for pretend.


 

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