As August-with the help of her vibrant, kooky roommates-strives to help Jane get unstuck in time, she realizes that she might just be breaking her own heart in the process. When August, who spent her childhood helping track down the uncle who disappeared before she was born, moves to New York the last thing she expects is to fall in love with a girl who has been displaced from the 1970s and is stuck in the Q train of the subway. It’s possible that this allowed me to come into it with more reasonable expectations, but I think that I’d’ve preferred it either way. It has done all right, but it has not been a runaway success. One Last Stop, however, hasn’t made the same waves.

I remember feeling the tiniest bit let down because everyone else liked it more than I did I liked it when I expected to love it. I expected Red, White, and Royal Blue to be one of those I-can’t-stop-thinking-about-it books, but it wasn’t for me. The problem with overblown expectations is that they’re rarely met. I almost feel hipster because I read it before this huge wave, which is ridiculous because I was totally a bandwagon fan. I read it back in 2019 because I was seeing rave reviews of it everywhere I turned, and it has only gotten bigger since then. It has been immensely popular for a very long time. But there was a lot of hype for it, even when I read it. It’s a sweet, optimistic queer romance and I’m always game for that. Unpopular opinion: I liked Casey McQuiston’s sophomore novel One Last Stop a lot more than Red, White, and Royal Blue.ĭon’t get me wrong.

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