Title: Maybe With a Chance of Certainty (Tales from Foster High #1)
Author: John Goode
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: February 4, 2017
Genre(s): Contemporary, YA
Page Count: 88
Reviewed by: Ele
Heat Level: # flames out of 5
Rating: # stars out of 5
Kyle has worked hard at being the invisible student, toiling through high school in the middle of Nowhere, Texas. Brad is the baseball star at Foster High. Both boys are damaged in ways that the rest of the world can’t see. When they bond over a night of history tutoring, Kyle thinks that maybe his life has taken a turn for the not-so-lonely.
He finds out quickly that the promise of fairy-tale love is a lie when you’re gay and falling for one of the most popular boys in school, and if being different is a sin in high school, then being gay is the biggest sin of all. Now Kyle and Brad need to come to an understanding amidst the scrutiny of their peers or their fledgling relationship will crash and burn before it ever gets off the ground.
Who’s late to this party? Like…6 years late. In my defense, I very rarely read MM YA because my few attempts at it were a big failure. These day I only read YA by a couple of authors. But recently I read John Goode’s Jordan Vs All The Boys which prompted me to finally take the leap and start Foster High that has been laying in my kindle for ages.
This is not Ele’s essay about YA vs the rest of fiction. I’m mentioning it because if you ‘re anything like me, you ‘re steering clear from this because most YA stories seem fake and unnecessary censored. Do not worry. There is angst, humor, intense-heart wrenching moments, some mild steam because yes, most seventeen year old boys are horny AF, and the promise of huge things to come.
This is one of the most common tropes out there, and pretty much everyone’s favorite: the high school jock who falls in love with the high school nerd. I loved Kyle and I’m pissed on his behalf for how life’s treating him. I’m always floored (both in real life and in books) when I come across such blatant teenage cynicism. Brilliant and terrifying at once.
“Once upon a time there was a boy who didn’t get to fall in love. The End.”
And Brad, Brad, Brad….I have a feeling I’m going to want to smack him multiple times in the future. But I also understand.
I’ll have to get used to the writing, though. It is pretty wordy and sometimes moves in circles, but not flowery at all. After all, it is the voice of the teenager.
On to the next!