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    Only This Beautiful Moment is now my third Abdi Nazemian book, I believe. The other two that I’ve read so far have both had this very specific vibe to them, and I don’t know what it is. They’ve both been very sure of themselves, I feel. I picked this one up from Gay’s the Word in London after seeing Nazemian’s name on the front of it and figured I’d end up wanting to read it. I’ve personally been horrendous in keeping up with what books have been coming out, so I rarely know when even an author I love has something coming out. The blurbiana grande says 2019, Moud is an out gay teen living in Los Angeles with his distant father, Saeed. On a visit to see his grandfather, Bobby, in Iran, the revelation of family secrets with force Moud into a new understanding of his history, his culture, and himself. 1978, Saeed is an engineering student with a promising future ahead of him in Tehran. But when his parents discover his involvement in the country’s burgeoning revolution, they...

  Okay, who gagged? Yes, this is a call for everyone. Who was the one who gagged? Oh, wait. It was me, sorry. Sorry, again, I gagged because Last Twilight is a fantastic BL show that I watched last year for the first time and every single episode made me cry, and it was so good I’ve even gotten a tattoo for it. It’s not the first show I’ve gotten tattoos for and it won’t be the last. We’re not here to talk about a TV show however, we’re here to talk about the fact that GMMTV released an English translation of the Last Twilight novel by Ninepinta – previously only available in Thai. The blurb says that “Day”, a promising badminton player finds out he has infectious keratitis and will shortly go blind. He has no other choice but to take “Mhok”, a reckless technical college student thug, as his caretaker. While Day is attempting to comprehend the significance of the remaining light, he discovers that Mhok’s face, which is only seen as a blur, is becoming increasingly essential in his ...

So, I didn’t actually realise that Kevin Christopher Snipes, the author of this book, Don’t Let Me Go, was also the author of Milo and Marcos at the End of the World . This was one of those things that I didn’t realise until I bought this book after a friend sent me it thinking the concept would be something I’d be into. The blurb says out and proud, Riley Iverson knows there’s nothing more cringe than crushing on a straight boy. But from the moment that the handsome and sporty Jackson Haines walks into his life, Riley can’t help but feel an undeniable connection. Mainly because, as impossible as it seems, Jackson is the spitting image of the boy who’s recently appeared in Riley’s dreams – dreams set in another time and another place where he and Jackson are desperately in love. Soon these dreams morph into increasingly vivid nightmares. But no matter where or when these visions play out, two things remain consistent: Riley and Jackson are always together, and they always die at the...

So this post is going to be something violently different from what I normally do in an effort to add something else into the content I make when it comes to books. I do want to continue talking about books – truthfully, my content is more selfish than anything else, so that I have a record, not just on my laptop, about what I thought on books I’ve read so that I can revisit them for myself, and also just get my thoughts out of my head. But yes, today I’m talking about the fact that I DNF’d a book, and how that has made me feel. Shockingly, from the title, you can tell that it’s not good. Now I’m not a DNF-er when it comes to books. You can probably tell with the number of books I’ve posted about simply enough. So long as a book isn’t genuinely upsetting or offensive or really bad , I’ll stick with it. It’s something I’ve mentioned in a bunch of the posts that I’ve made where there are books I’ve read that were just okay or didn’t particularly resonate with me. They’ve been just fine...