RWRB made me want to scream about it at the top of my lungs, tell the world how truly precious the feelings in those pages are, share that feeling with everyone because there’s so much of it that it overwhelmed me. Consumed me with every word because I know that feeling of slowly knowing yourself, and I want that feeling of finding the one you maddeningly love.
OLS doesn’t make me wanna do that. OLS is the feeling of sitting alone in your room at 3 o'clock in the morning and a once favorite song comes on in the shuffle, so you don’t even realize when you start dancing in the dark to it. It’s private, a different kind of precious. Like a secret you have with yourself. I don’t want to scream about it, because I don’t have to scream to know it’s truly special. A calm comfort of found family and spark of love.
while i adore red white and royal blue, the fact that one last stop didn’t get NEARLY as much love and attention despite the quality of the book being just as good very much proves the point that sapphic romance is disregarded and only is represented when it is sexualized for the male gaze. thanks for coming to my ted talk and please read one last stop by casey mcquiston because it is fucking fantastic.
Casey Mquiston books will have the corniest tag lines like “True love isn’t always diplomatic.” or “Sometimes love stops you in your tracks” and then emotionally scar you.
