Review: Boy Meets Boy
This is the story of Paul, a sophomore at a high school like no other: The cheerleaders ride Harleys, the homecoming queen used to be a guy named Daryl (she now prefers Infinite Darlene and is also the star quarterback), and the gay-straight alliance was formed to help the straight kids learn how to dance.
When Paul meets Noah, he thinks he’s found the one his heart is made for. Until he blows it. The school bookie says the odds are 12-to-1 against him getting Noah back, but Paul’s not giving up without playing his love really loud. His best friend Joni might be drifting away, his other best friend Tony might be dealing with ultra-religious parents, and his ex-boyfriend Kyle might not be going away anytime soon, but sometimes everything needs to fall apart before it can really fit together right.–From Goodreads
Boy Meets Boy, by David Levithan, reminded me of Zanna, Don’t!, minus the music. (This is actually one of Levithan’s less musical books.) The book is cheerful and upbeat, and while there is plenty of drama, it cannot be attributed to sexuality. Homosexuality is normalized, families are supportive, and peers are accepting. This should not come across as fantastical or futuristic, but unfortunately it does. (And that is a sad reflection on our society, not the book.) Boy Meets Boy is a wonderful love story that will make you smile with optimism and revel in Levithan’s typically artful prose.
“I’ve actually been thinking a lot about life lately, and this one image keeps coming to me. Do you know when you cross against traffic? You look down the street and see a car coming, but you know you can get across before it gets to you. So even though there’s a DON’T WALK sign, you cross anyway. And there’s always a split second when you turn and see that car coming, and you know that if you don’t continue moving, it will be all over. That’s how I feel a lot of the time. I know I’ll make it across. I always make it across. But the car is always there, and I always stop to watch it coming.”
“We are left in a darkness of blues. I say his name again. But the only response comes from the sound of his leaving.”
“It’s a fine line between love and stalking.”
“We pencil-sketch our previous life so we can contrast it to the technicolor of the moment. ”
“We switch to another language– not our invented language or the language we’ve learned from our lives. As we walk further up the mountain, we speak the language of silence. This language gives us time to think and move. We can be here and elsewhere at the same time.”