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Simon VS The HomoSapien Agenda by BECKY ALBERTALLI Review

Simon VS The Homosapien Agenda review

I read Simon VS The HomoSapien Agenda, by Becky Albertalli. I am going to read Leah on the Offbeat next, since it’s placed in the same ~Universe~ as this book ( Simon VS The Homosapien Agenda ) .

I’ll be honest: there is a lot of hype around this book Simon VS The Homosapien Agenda , and it lives up to it. It’s charming and sweet and serious, and while it seems a tad romanticized, it works. I like how it cuts between real life conversations Simon has and Simon’s online anonymous dialogue with his penpal Blue. The twists and turns in the plot are well done, and the side characters pretty well fleshed out. I read this book in under two hours, and it was a worthwhile read, so I see why everyone recommended it. I don’t usually like romance/fiction, and it often feels like it’s being dragged out, but this novel did the whole romance thing quite nicely, and I was actually excited to read the next chapter.

I would recommend this novel full-heartedly, so grab your library cards and check it out!

Extract from book

  • IT’S A WEIRDLY SUBTLE CONVERSATION. I almost don’t notice
  • I’m being blackmailed.
  • We’re sitting in metal folding chairs backstage, and Martin Addison
  • says, ‘I read your email.’
  • ‘What?’ I look up.
  • ‘Earlier. In the library. Not on purpose, obviously.’
  • ‘You read my email?’
  • ‘Well, I used the computer right after you,’ he says, ‘and when I typed in Gmail, it pulled up your account. You
  • probably should have logged out.’
  • I stare at him, dumbfounded. He taps his foot against the leg of his chair.
  • ‘So, what’s the point of the fake name?’ he asks.
  • Well. I’d say the point of the fake name was to keep people like Martin Addison from knowing my secret
  • identity. So I guess that worked out brilliantly.
  • I guess he must have seen me sitting at the computer.
  • And I guess I’m a monumental idiot.
  • He actually smiles. ‘Anyway, I thought it might interest you that my brother is gay.’
  • ‘Um. Not really.’
  • He looks at me.
  • ‘What are you trying to say?’ I ask.
  • ‘Nothing. Look, Spier, I don’t have a problem with it. It’s just not that big of a deal.’
  • Except it’s a little bit of a disaster, actually. Or possibly an epic fuckstorm of a disaster, depending on whether
  • Martin can keep his mouth shut.
  • ‘This is really awkward,’ Martin says.
  • I don’t even know how to reply.
  • ‘Anyway,’ he says, ‘it’s pretty obvious that you don’t want people to know.’
  • I mean. I guess I don’t. Except the whole coming out thing doesn’t really scare me.
  • I don’t think it scares me.
  • It’s a giant holy box of awkwardness, and I won’t pretend I’m looking forward to it. But it probably wouldn’t be
  • the end of the world. Not for me.
  • The problem is, I don’t know what it would mean for Blue. If Martin were to tell anyone. The thing about Blue
  • is that he’s kind of a private person. The kind of person who wouldn’t for- get to log out of his email. The kind
  • of person who might never forgive me for being so totally careless.
  • So I guess what I’m trying to say is that I don’t know what it would mean for us. For Blue and me.
  • But I seriously can’t believe I’m having this conversation with Martin Addison. Of all the people who could have
  • logged into Gmail after me. You have to understand that I never would have used the library computers in the
  • first place, except they block the wireless here. And it was one of those days where I couldn’t wait until I was
  • home on my laptop. I mean, I couldn’t even wait to check it on my phone in the parking lot.
  • Because I had written Blue from my secret account this morning. And it was sort of an important email.
  • I just wanted to see if he had written back.
  • ‘I actually think people would be cool about it,’ Martin says. ‘You should be who you are.’
  • I don’t even know where to begin with that. Some straight kid who barely knows me, advising me on coming
  • out. I kind of have to roll my eyes.
  • ‘Okay, well, whatever. I’m not going to show anyone,’ he says.
  • For a minute, I’m stupidly relieved. But then it hits me.
  • ‘Show anyone?’ I ask.
  • He blushes and fidgets with the hem of his sleeve. Some- thing about his expression makes my stomach clench.
  • ‘Did you—did you take a screenshot or something?’
  • ‘Well,’ he says, ‘I wanted to talk to you about that.’
  • ‘Sorry—you took a fucking screenshot?’
  • He purses his lips together and stares over my shoulder. ‘Anyway,’ he says, ‘I know you’re friends with Abby
  • Suso, so I wanted to ask—’
  • ‘Seriously? Or maybe we could go back to you telling me why you took a screenshot of my emails.’
  • He pauses. ‘I mean, I guess I’m wondering if you want to help me talk to Abby.’
  • I almost laugh. ‘So what—you want me to put in a good word for you?’

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