Read in 2016 » Trade Me by Courtney Milan

     I don’t buy lottery tickets. I can do math, and I know the only thing you’re purchasing is the right to scrape false hopes off a card with a nickel. You fool yourself into believing that the universe is on your side, that even though everything else is going down in flames, help will come like magic.
     Spending time with Blake is dangerous. It’s irresponsible. And I know that the more time I spend with him, the more I’ll want to believe in the impossible.
     But this time, the irresponsible choice has a hell of a lot of dollar signs attached to it.

The cinnamon rolls of EXO
  • D.O.: looks like a cinnamon roll but could possibly kill you if you crossed him
  • Chanyeol: looks like he could probably kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll
  • Chen: looks like a cinnamon roll and secretly is just a cinnamon roll
  • Baekhyun: looks like a cinnamon roll and is proud to be an actual cinnamon roll
  • Xiumin: cinnamon roll reincarnate, has no qualms about slaying on stage
  • Kai: kills it on stage on a daily basis, cinnamon roll at heart
  • Sehun: they cinnamon rollin', they hatin'
  • Suho: $innamon roll

anonymous asked:

Just read the first chapter excerpt of Trade Me and was just slightly freaked out because I'm a twenty-year-old Chinese student at UC Berkeley whose life was entirely upended by her father's unemployment and it was all weirdly specific. For a second I wondered, "Wow, is this what young, white, affluent people usually feel like all the time when they read NA?" except probably not. What made you decide to make Trade Me so class-conscious and have it feature an Asian heroine?

For reference purposes, my mother is Chinese. I was a graduate student at Berkeley. I’ve chosen classes and coursework for Tina (and Maria) that I had personal experience with. One of the details I pulled from my own freshman year of college for Tina was this: after I bought my reading packets for one class, I had so little money that I literally could not afford to fill the prescription that the campus doctor gave me when I got sick. I just hoped that I got better.

So. That is one answer to your question.

Here’s another answer.

There are literally a thousand Asian students who enroll at Berkeley every year. Statistically speaking, over the last couple dozen years, there have likely been at least hundreds of Asian students who have dealt with serious financial issues while attending Berkeley. Go beyond Berkeley, and I’m guessing that number is in the tens if not hundreds of thousands.

By contrast, there are approximately zero twenty-three-year-olds who play a serious, important role in a major technology company that has a market capitalization of $413 billion.

Yet the questions I’ve been asked over and over are about Tina: Why are you writing a Chinese heroine? At Berkeley?

Nobody has asked me, “Why a billionaire? You’re not a billionaire." Nobody has said, "This is your tenth full-length book and up until this point, I had no idea you were Asian. What took you so long?”

I’m not faulting the questioners; don’t get me wrong. But I do have to look askance at the world we live in, when an experience that is shared by hundreds and hundreds of people is the one that comes across as uncommon.

It’s presumed that my experience, and my mother’s experience, is the one that is not represented. It’s presumed so hard that I didn’t even start questioning my own writing choices until I had published six full-length books.

I wrote this book because you had to ask this question. I wrote this book because I was asking myself the questions that nobody was asking me, but that I thought everyone should. And I wrote this book because even though every book I have written up until this point has been personal on some level, there are some parts of myself that never belonged anywhere in anything.

Until now.

Here’s a short snippet from THE YEAR OF THE CROCODILE.

(more about this here: http://courtneymilan.tumblr.com/post/149845753808/so-on-september-12-2016-im-doing-a-wide)

Blake freezes, then his lip twitches. He turns to me with the grin of a man who doesn’t care about schoolwork. “Tina.”

“What?” I demand. “I haven’t skipped class since…” 

His lips twitch again, and I sniff. 

“Don’t leave me hanging. You haven’t skipped classes since when?”

Since senior skip day in high school, and even then, Bethany had to threaten me. 

I fold my arms. “I have decided not to finish that sentence on the grounds that it might incriminate me.”


So if you don’t know who she is, you should.

she is the butt of many a joke


So amazing.

limit-the-sky  asked:

I follow you on Goodreads and just saw your latest blog post, which made me check out Take Me's synopsis on your website. I must say.... HOLY SHIT I'M SO EXCITED FOR THIS BOOK. A;SLKJGHDKLSAJFL;KASJGASJDFKLSJAF;LK!!!!!!! I absolutely adored The Suffragette Scandal and Talk Sweetly to me (finished them in one night - I couldn't put them down!), so I'm super excited about a modern romance!!! Sorry, I'm gushing, I just really enjoy your work. :) All the luck and best of wishes to you!

Thank you!

I’ve had the idea for this for ages, and it’s been a blast writing it. I know it won’t be everyone’s cup of tea but I hope you read it and say, “Yep, that’s a Courtney Milan book; it’s just set in 2015.”