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La scorsa settimana ho mancato la terza e ultima recensione per l’Ace Week (l’ultimo volume di Jughead, di cui spero di scrivervi presto), ma mi sono davvero intristita tanto per l’esclusione di fatto dell’asessualità e dell’aromanticismo dagli orientamenti tutelati dal ddl Zan e quindi ho passato il fine settimana a farmi le coccole: è un periodo difficile per tuttз, ma mi si sono aggiunte altre cose e adesso anche questa. Mi dovevo riprendere un attimo.
Quindi mi sembra appropriato ricominciare la settimana con una citazione tratta da un romanzo con protagonista una ragazza asessuale. Tiè. Il libro è Tash Hearts Tolstoy di Kathryn Ormsbee e la citazione parla di cimiteri perché, be’, è pur sempre il 2 novembre.
I’ve never found graveyards scary in the way most people do. I don’t believein ghosts or hauntings, just life after life. But it’s more than that, I think. I wasyoung when my grandparents died, and I got so accustomed to visiting theirgraves that the cemetery was never a spooky unknown to me. It was a routinepart of life, the same as my annual checkup at the doctor’s or a visit to the hairdresser. And how could I believe that anything evil was buried here, in thecompany of Gramps and Nana Zelenka?
We visited here a lot after the accident, all together as a family. We broughtbouquets for Nana and drank sodas for Gramps, because his favorite thing todo when we visited their house was sit on the porch drinking Coke. And then,around high school, we stopped coming so often, until we only made an annual visit every October. But whenever we came, I felt good. I felt safe, not sad.
A grave is just a grave, and I don’t think Gramps and Nana are sentientghosts who know we’re paying them a visit. But the memories I have ofthem—Nana’s goulash and early morning games of rummy and Grampslaughing harder than we did at cartoons on television—those are still alive, andthey grow much brighter when I’m at Evergreen Memorial.
From the author of Lucky Few comes a “refreshing” (Booklist, starred review) teen novel about Internet fame, peer pressure, and remembering not to step on the little people on your way to the top!
After a shout-out from one of the Internet’s superstar vloggers, Natasha “Tash” Zelenka suddenly finds herself and her obscure, amateur web series, Unhappy Families, thrust in the limelight: She’s gone viral.
Her show is a modern adaption of Anna Karenina—written by Tash’s literary love Count Lev Nikolayevich “Leo” Tolstoy. Tash is a fan of the 40,000 new subscribers, their gushing tweets, and flashy Tumblr gifs. Not so much the pressure to deliver the best web series ever.
And when Unhappy Families is nominated for a Golden Tuba award, Tash’s cyber-flirtation with a fellow award nominee suddenly has the potential to become something IRL—if she can figure out how to tell said crush that she’s romantic asexual.
Tash wants to enjoy her newfound fame, but will she lose her friends in her rise to the top? What would Tolstoy do?