This is my second O’Beirne novel. The first being Points of Departure, which I reviewed and loved two days ago. But if you don’t like multiple POVs, Points of Departure isn’t a good fit.
But the good news is Here’s the Thing is told by only Zel and she’s fantastic.
It has everything that was great in Points of Departure and none of the flaws. I highly recommend Here’s the Thing to everyone and it’s a must read for fans of YA contemporary.
Here’s the Thing by Emily O’Beirne
It’s only for a year. That’s what sixteen-year-old Zel keeps telling herself after moving to Sydney for her dad’s work. She’ll just wait it out until she gets back to New York and Prim, her epic crush/best friend, and the unfinished subway project. Evenif Prim hasn’t spoken to her since that day on Coney Island.
But Zel soon finds life in Sydney won’t let her hide. There’s her art teacher, who keeps forcing her to dig deeper. There’s the band of sweet, strange misfits her cousin has forced her to join for a Drama project. And then there’s the curiosity that is the always-late Stella.
As she waits for Prim to explain her radio silence and she begins to forge new friendships, Zel feels strung between two worlds. Finally, she must figure out how to move on while leaving no one behind.
First sentence (prologue):
She still sends me pictures.
Zel is present from the first page, grabbed me and never let go. I love her voice. The prologue sets up the heartbreak, misery, and mystery surrounding what happened between her and Prim.
After that, we join her touring a fancy-pants school as her family moved her back to Australia after 8 months in New York. Now they’re in Sydney, though she grew up in Canberra.
|For my fellow geography-challenged peeps.|
That’s when everything from the blurb comes into play: Art teacher, Drama crew and project, waiting for Stella to show up, and for Prim to speak. I absolutely loved unraveling the mystery of Prim and their falling out. I had an idea of what went wrong obviously, but I needed the details. The past passages worked perfectly and felt natural. Enough so, I kinda want to tag it Mystery, because it had me hooked.
But the other aspect I really want to talk about is the drama presentation they did. Only I’m not sure if that qualifies as a spoiler. Probably does. Grrr.
Anyways, this whole book is progressive as fuck.
It was one of the first times in my life I was forced to check my privilege, to recognize it existed.
In that same vein, here’s some informative articles about Australia’s crimes against humanity towards refugees.
Seriously, I was more regular about losing MetroCards than I am with my menstrual cycle.
I can’t love her more. She’s relatable and adorable and admirable and you just want to shake her a bit to make her see that. Her mind was expanded in New York and now is going through growing pains to mature more. I felt so bad for what she’s going through but I’m so happy to see read this in a novel.
Anyway, Dad always says he doesn’t care if people assume he’s gay, because it’s not an insult.
Yay happy families! Not only in YA but in QUILTBAG YA to boot. There are family dinners, heart to hearts and just plain hanging out. It’s glorious in its simplicity of just being there. It’s not made into a big deal. But IT IS while reading it. Made me so happy 😀
Because that’s the thing. There’s always a reaction, however small or positive. Why does there have to be one at all?
It’s a slow burn. Not strong enough to qualify for hate to love, but definitely stand offish push-pull acquaintances. There’s also a love triangle, but no worries, Zel’s an outsider to that drama. It’s hilarious watching the trio’s spectacle play out. It doesn’t pull focus and has a purpose. Several purposes actually. This is kind of love triangle portrayal in YA I can get behind.
Ya’ll should be damn envious I got to read this book before release and ready to enter all the giveaways for it. Or do the smarter thing and don’t risk it, pre-order it now.
About the Author
Thirteen-year-old Emily woke up one morning with a sudden itch to write her first novel. All day, she sat through her classes, feverishly scribbling away (her rare silence probably a cherished respite for her teachers). And by the time the last bell rang, she had penned fifteen handwritten pages of angsty drivel, replete with blood-red sunsets, moody saxophone music playing somewhere far off in the night, and abandoned whiskey bottles rolling across tables. Needless to say, that singular literary accomplishment is buried in a box somewhere, ready for her later amusement.
From Melbourne, Australia, Emily was recently granted her PhD. She works part-time in academia, where she hates marking papers but loves working with her students. She also loves where she lives but travels as much as possible and tends to harbour crushes on cities more than on people. Living in an apartment, Emily sadly does not possess her dream writing room overlooking an idyllic garden of her creation. Instead, she spends a lot of her time staring over the screen of her laptop and out the window at the somewhat less pretty (but highly entertaining) combined kebab stand/carwash across the road. (from the publisher’s website)
(PSSSST! There’s also a giveaway on Goodreads!)