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Davo’s a pretty average guy. He has a decent job, owns his own home, and spends his weekends at the pub. He fully accepts that he’s gay, but doesn’t want to be one of those gays, who are femme and girly. He likes football and other masculine pursuits, and firmly avoids anything that could be seen as femme—including relationships that last beyond fifteen minutes.
Then Davo’s friend and gay idol not only gets a boyfriend, but also adopts a baby girl. Davo is seriously spooked and scuttles down to the pub in fright. That’s where he meets Lee, who is cute from her cherry-red hair, to her pretty little dress and pointy red shoes. Davo is charmed—but how is that possible? He’s gay. Isn’t he? Then Lee tells him he’s actually a guy—he just likes to wear women’s dresses occasionally. Thoroughly confused about an attraction that’s out of character for him, Davo begins the long journey to where he can accept himself without caring what everyone else thinks.
This book is…SO FREAKING ADORABLE! I can’t even!
Ok, admittedly, in the beginning, I thought…”are you kidding me?” Here’s Davo, a macho teen who becomes a man who admits to being gay, but not that kind of gay, who’s mantra is “I may like dick, but I’m not a pussy”, and who shuns all things “femme”. WHAT. A. JERK…right?
Not so fast.
Ok, admittedly, in the beginning when Davo meets Lee, I thought…”oh this will be a book about a trans character”. Here’s Lee adorned in a gorgeous, sexy dress befriending Davo. And here’s Bobby, a slight male in an ill-fitting suit. And there’s a lot of me trying to guess what this books is really gonna be about.
Let’s slow it down.
This story is unexpected. It’s sweet as can be. It’s a lesson in learning. It’s romantic as all get-out. It’s about the normalcy of queer life…falling in love, raising kids, being who you are, and the Jerry McGuire “you complete me” bits. I mean, with lines like “I’m yours. My hearts yours. We love you.” it’s pretty much impossible not to be reduced to a puddle of goo.
This story is also hilarious. Davo relies on his oracle, Mr. Magic 8 ball…oh yes, you know the one:
…to tell him what to do in matters of the heart. It’s adorable how he relies on this thing. And it’s pretty darn funny. Slightly pathetic. But definitely good for a laugh. Or how about when Davo gets frustrated with his idiot, “arse-holic” co-worker? What’s arse-holic, you ask? “…all you need to know about arse-holic mouths is that they can’t stop themselves from spewing shit.” (<-one of my favorites lines from the book…and a word I shall use often…)
My one niggle with this book was an out-of-nowhere dark moment with a character named Cynthia. And though I won’t share the details, I have a feeling you might also think “where the heck did that come from?”…and WHY? It felt like I accidentally opened another book for a few pages… *shrugs*…it is what it is, I guess.
In any case, this book made me smile huge and had the signature Renae Kaye wit. You also get lots of Jake and Patrick from book 1, The Blinding Light. And an adorable rugrat named Maxine who may have stolen Davo’s heart…and mine along with it.
HIGHLY RECOMMEND this book! ENJOY!