On this honourary episode of Reading Every Lily Seabrooke Until I Remember How To Enjoy Things, (the authors are in a relationship so it counts) Books that helped mend my brainrot!!
Finally I've got back to reading things, and while The Art of Growing isn't my favourite romance ever, I'm pretty content with it. Personally, I find it hard to relate to experiencing the kind of abuse where family members use you as free work with no consideration all the time. It ends up with me thinking about the more neglect-y kind of abuse I'm more familiar with. Yes, this ended up being kind of heavy for a romance, but the best romances tend to have heavy qualities. The Weight of Living, Seabrooke's own Good Composition. Even if the 'setting' (as in domestic family shit 24/7) is distant to me and I don't really relate, I got a lotta respect for Ramsden writing this stuff, and it's hard to dislike Polly as they constantly put in assists for Sloane when it comes to setting boundaries.
I saw this listed on one of those weird blogs I'm always browsing, and my reaction was 'so wait, you paired up a shy butch dyke and... a lesbian enby????? Yoooooooo!' My personal Quest has seen me almost exclusively reading weird novels about binary trans women, but only because it's hard to find any others. Like, Sterling Karat Gold was cool, but it's not quite my street, you know? So finding this one, I was excited.
Ramsden says in the back, "If what you read resonated, I'm so glad. If it didn't, that's okay too. There are so many ways to experience all of the parts of our identities and no two people will ever feel the same way." I think this is a really cool thing to put for an author's note, and not just because I'm a jackass this time. There are things about Growing that I don't think I would have understood properly when I started reading it, months ago. Mainly it seemed weird to me that Polly doesn't even bother correcting people who assume they're a woman 99% of the time. Surely, I thought at the time, you want people to use your pronouns, right?? But then it's been a few months and Yeah, it's easier that way and it's not like most people would get it anyway, right? I'm not keen to have a long conversation with my dad on how being autistic intersects with my understanding of gender in really weird ways.
Also it's pretty quirky to be reading something with a demisexual dyke as one of the leads. I don't bring it up often because it tends not to be a problem in the books I read, probably owing to it being easier to filter for "insta-lust" if I'm not into that on a given day. It's more something I take issue with in games when they ask me to self-insert, but still, Sloane is funny when she's laying with Polly's hand on her abs and thinking indecent thoughts for the first time in ages. I kinda fuck with that, I think it rocks. Sloane is pretty dumb, too; without meaning to spoil (because it's not a major event) the two exchange their I-love-yous at the 50ish percent mark, but it goes unremarked upon, and Sloane continues agonising over how they can still be just-friends when Polly is so flirty. She also does this after they fuck, which is probably a little more comical than it's intended to be.
Growing is one of those books that has the issue where another character's input is required to break the third-act stalemate-conflict. I have whined about this at probably absurd lengths in previous dumb rambles, but is it too much to ask? Getting a side character to say "go get em girl" and tell one of the leads how obvious it is that the two of them are dating, that's not character development, that's jump-starting the engine when it dies with a bad starter. My ideal romance, if it has a third act conflict, would feature one or both of the leads growing and changing in some way that allows them to better communicate or otherwise solve whatever the issue is in some fresh new manner. Polly and Sloane just kind of have to be told the obvious, which isn't a dealbreaker but it feels light-weight with everything else going on around it.
The actual plot is that Sloane has to go stay with her stupid idiot shitsucker cisheteronormative family all weekend because her dumb brown-nosing sister has an anniversary party or whatever. Polly ends up getting roped in (powerful, strong butch dyke, etc etc) and the forced proximity kind of rules. Sloane's deepest, darkest, most fucked up fantasies include Polly having a dedicated mug for tea at her house, which is adorable. The Art of Growing is heavily domestic and so am I, and there's a lot of time spent just hanging out drinking the aforementioned tea, or like monologuing during morning routines, stuff. I think I have this affliction because of Elsewhere and it's not likely to ever leave me. Cohabiting, when it's not parents time.
On some level this was kind of a tough read, not just on account of the abusive stuff itself, but also because I never lost the stereotypically-teenage instinct to get pissed at all parents ever. What can I say, western society has a lot of roots in weird feudalist bullshit and children being treated like property is pretty much the norm. I spent a lot of my time during Growing (and Love & Other Disasters) (and One Step at a Time) (and Spellbound) unironically irate with the protagonist'e parents. (I am very normal) On a personal level I sometimes wish queer romances would just never have family members around, even though Growing is better off for tackling the subject. It's also worth it to tough it out for the resolution, which is pretty good even if nobody dies, sadly.
What's not worth it is the sex, which I thought was pretty bad. You're reading the opinions of a weird acespec dyke on this, but I dunno. I ended up skimming these a lot because sex in a bathroom or whatever doesn't suit me. Also the use of the term "whine" during said scenes had me picturing Polly with dog ears or something. Idk, it's not exactly Nameless Queen, you know?
Growing does feature what I perceive to be a lot of awkward language around gender (the term "person" must be jacked because it's doing a LOT of heavy lifting conversationally) and that made me reflect that I still desire new nouns and such to use when loudly announcing my gay trans desires. I doubt I'll ever find em given that I don't go outside, but I'll add it to my Quest. Quest for more Funny Gendered Terms.
On a bad day The Art of Growing would probably be a three star thing for me, better than One Last Shot but worse than most Port Andrea books, if that makes sense. However I'm in a pretty good mood, I missed reading my allotment of gay romances and The Art of Growing fit the bill, even if it took me months to finish 100%.