Happy last day of Pride month! I went to LA Pride with my best friend a few weeks ago and it was incredible to see people rally together and express themselves and build an open and welcome community. I was so happy I got to go and support!
After the slow sludge through Milkman, I needed something that would be easier to digest. I accidentally ordered Philips’ Sometime After Midnight on ThriftBooks awhile ago (long story) and figured it was appropriate. I read it in one afternoon.
We’re in LA, we meet Nate. A teen who is almost done with high school and is absolutely done with life under his stepmother. He works fast food with his best friend but wants to be a musician. He’s got the talent, he just needs to find a sound that’s his. But in the meantime, he and his bestie decided to go to a concert.
Another part of LA, another guy, Cameron. He’s very wealthy and very famous. His hard, domineering father owns one of the biggest record labels in the country and expects Cameron to run it some day. But Cameron wants to sing and his twin sister Tess agrees. So while he tries to think of a way to tell his father, he continues to work for him. Which is how he ends up at a concert.
They meet and have an instant connection. Then Nate discovers who Cameron is. Very sneaky Philips.
This is when it took a turn for me. The back of the book made it seem like it was another cute YA romance but that was about it. It is not.
Turns out Nate’s dad was an incredible musician and on the rise when he signed with Cameron’s dad. Then something happened, neither know what, and Nate’s dad jumped off a balcony and killed himself. Cameron’s dad was in the room. Philips got dark on us.
It took a lot of twists and turns. But it was also very sweet and earnest and honest. It could have been a little shorter, and there were points I was like both Nate and Cameron need to get over themselves, but it you 100% should still read it. It dealt with loss, mental illness, socioeconomic differences, and fame. I was pleasantly surprised by complex it was actually. I thought Philips did a great job. So read it. For real.
My best friend pointed this out the other day and I couldn’t agree more. Often LGBT literature is wildly depressing, a cute YA romance, or erotica. Have you noticed that? Also there is a serious lack of L reads on my shelf, would you recommend any?