anonymous asked:

can you recommend me some queer books? i loved the song of achilles, but more modern stuff would be nice

I’m glad u asked, anon. this is by no means a comprehensive list because I’m limiting it to my absolute favs, but any recommendations would be amazing.

aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe by benjamin alire saenz

dante teaches aristotle to swim in 1987. although they are different in almost every way, ari is dante’s best friend.

+ most of the characters in this book are poc

lies we tell ourselves by robin talley

sarah is one of the first black students to attend jefferson high school in 1959. linda is the daughter of an outspoken racist. and they like each other. 

basically everything david leviathan writes

every day features an agender character who wakes up in a new body each day. it’s so beautiful.

how they met and other stories is an anthology of love stories, most of which are queer

pink by lili wilkinson

ava was the cool sophisticated lesbian until she decided it was boring

the miseducation of cameron post by emily m. danforth

all of the reviews for this book call it a coming of age story and it really is

beauty queens by libba bray

the miss teen dream talent finalists are stranded on a desert island and contemplate how amazing girls are

livid, adj.

Fuck you for cheating on me. Fuck you for reducing it to the word cheating. As if this were a card game, and you sneaked a look at my hand. Who came up with the term cheating, anyway? A cheater, I imagine. Someone who thought liar was too harsh. Someone who thought devastator was too emotional. The same person who thought, oops, he’d gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Fuck you. This isn’t about slipping yourself an extra twenty dollars of Monopoly money. These are our lives. You went and broke our lives. You are so much worse than a cheater. You killed something. And you killed it when its back was turned.

We’d said we’d keep in touch. But touch is not something you can keep; as soon as it’s gone, it’s gone. We should have said we’d keep in words, because they are all we can string between us–words on a telephone line, words appearing on a screen.
—  David Leviathan