LGBTQA+ · Reviews

“Ask the Passengers” by A.S. King

“How many things do I have to invent in my head to survive this?”

The amount of questions asked by Ask the Passengers should perhaps be awkward and uncomfortable, for they do make you think and deconstruct your so called reality. Thing is, instead, you just kind of feel like it’s the perfect place to discuss such matters, to question everything, even yourself. I believe this is quite an achievement. Instead of an ‘easy escape’, as so many like to call the reading experience, this book suggests looking inside, facing yourself and the thoughts you might have been avoiding. Throughout this whole process, it just holds your hand. It doesn’t stop you from hitting the ground, but it’s there for you. Isn’t that what a good friend does?

“Some of you have it ingrained in you. You weren’t born with it. No baby has hate for anything. We were all babies once, right? This little guy doesn’t care what country you were born in or what religion you might practice or how much you weigh or who you might love.”

As you might have guessed from the introduction above, I absolutely loved this book. I really enjoyed how Astrid led us across this novel, how she introduced us to her life and the ones that take part in it, directly or indirectly. I feel like I should mention the passengers here because that’s one of my absolute favourite details about this book. A.S. King went that far and I hope she’s feeling hugged right now because I am mentally hugging her. It was such a beautiful and sweet detail. It’s amazing how nothing feels out of place. Everything belongs, like everyone should. And the labels! They are so cleverly discussed and deconstructed. I am in love. And Frank Socrates? I love him too.

“How can we say nobody’s perfect if there is no perfect to compare to? Perfection implies that there really is a right and wrong way to be. And what type of perfection is the best type? Moral perfection? Aesthetic? Physiological? Mental?”

Seriously, though. Ask the Passengers is quite something. And don’t kid yourself, this is not a novel just for teens. I don’t believe there is such thing, really. If you are ready for questions and not a lot of answers, Ask the Passengers.

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