Love Drugged

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If you could change who you are, would you? Should you?

Fifteen-year-old Jamie Bates has a simple strategy for surviving high school: fit in, keep a low profile, and above all, protect his biggest secret-he's gay. But when a classmate discovers the truth, a terrified Jamie does all he can to change who he is. At first, it's easy. Everyone notices when he starts hanging out with Celia Gamez, the richest and most beautiful girl in school. And when he steals an experimental new ...

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Overview

If you could change who you are, would you? Should you?

Fifteen-year-old Jamie Bates has a simple strategy for surviving high school: fit in, keep a low profile, and above all, protect his biggest secret-he's gay. But when a classmate discovers the truth, a terrified Jamie does all he can to change who he is. At first, it's easy. Everyone notices when he starts hanging out with Celia Gamez, the richest and most beautiful girl in school. And when he steals an experimental new drug that's supposed to "cure" his attraction to guys, Jamie thinks he's finally going to have a "normal" life.

But as the drug's side effects worsen and his relationship with Celia heats up, Jamie begins to realize that lying and using could shatter the fragile world of deception that he's created-and hurt the people closest to him.

Told with equal doses of humor and suspense, Love Drugged explores the consequences of a life constructed almost entirely of lies . . . especially the lies we tell ourselves.

An American Library Association Stonewall Honor Book in Children's & Young Adult Literature

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Klise's debut novel follows high school freshman Jamie Bates, who closely guards the fact that he is gay in a school where "the worst insult for any boy was to be called simply, ‘fag.' " When beautiful Celia Gamez begins paying attention to him, Jamie has an opportunity to date a girl and appear normal to his friends. What's more, Celia's father is a scientist developing a drug that "suppresses the homosexual response in the male brain." A chance encounter enables Jamie to steal a number of the pills, taking them when he knows he will be with Celia. Much to Jamie's relief, the pills quell his desire for boys, but he begins to suffer side effects--headaches, tremors, bloody noses--and he doesn't get the one effect he wants most: desire for Celia. The drama that ensues is a bit far-fetched and the ending tidy, but Klise has created an empathetic protagonist (avoiding the trap of dumping him into a gay relationship right away) and a thoughtful story about identity, sexuality, and learning to accept oneself. Ages 14–up. (Sept.)
VOYA - Angie Hammond
Jamie is fifteen, gay, in high school, and really, really, really trying to fly under the radar. When he slips up in an online chat room, outing himself to a classmate, he must make some tough choices. His first instinct is denial. Dating girls can't be that tough, surely he'll feel something sometime. Choosing the best-looking girl in school, he is surprised to learn that her father is a scientist creating a new pharmaceutical made to curb unwanted desires. Stealing the drug is easy—knowing what to do about the side effects is another story. His realization that losing a desire for men does not instantly create a desire for women makes the drug a bitter pill indeed. When he concludes that trying to change himself isn't worth losing himself, and decides to quit, he realizes that he has been set up to be a test subject. The drama that ensues includes blowing up the lab—effectively exposing his sexuality to the world in a big way. This coming-of-age gay novel includes the basics of learning to accept who you are and adds a touch of intrigue. Although the plot line is a little far-fetched and only the main character is satisfactorily developed, the issues presented are very real for many teens. This is a great choice for anyone questioning their sexuality or for teens who like a little twist in their mystery. Reviewer: Angie Hammond
School Library Journal
Gr 7–10—Fifteen-year-old Jamie is so scared that his gay classmate will out him at school after finding him on a chat site that he desperately tries to respond to flirtations from Celia, a cute, rich girl in his First Knights Club. When his heart (and other body parts) just won't cooperate, Jamie "steals" an experimental drug designed to repress the homosexual response from Celia's father, a pharmaceutical scientist. As Jamie increases his dosage in order to be more physical with Celia, the side effects of the drug get progressively worse, until finally he realizes he must confront Dr. Gamez with the truth. During this confrontation, Dr. Gamez reveals that Jamie has just been a convenient guinea pig in his research, and Jamie recognizes just how evil the scientist and his drug really are. If the plot weren't unbelievable enough, it goes into overdrive on the final pages—Jamie sets the lab on fire; he comes out to his friends and family who, of course, love him unconditionally; newspapers distort the story, causing gay and antigay activists to demonstrate in Chicago streets; there is a lawsuit and countersuit where Jamie is awarded a million dollars; and his poverty-stricken parents get a new restaurant and begin life anew. Although this novel tries in the end to be positive, it seems to have a 1980s mindset while writing for 21st-century teens.—Betty S. Evans, Missouri State University, Springfield
Kirkus Reviews

Only slowly accepting his homosexuality, 15-year-old Jamie Bates recoils when he encounters an odd gay student. Once Jamie learns of an untested drug, Rehomoline, that may control same-sex attraction, he begins taking doses, even though the side effects build. This novel is an unfortunate return to early teen gay literature: Sexuality is presented as a problem, not a part of an identity. Despite the first-person narration, Jamie never develops a personality; character motives are either summed up in a simple sentence following Jamie's choices or left alone. Jamie's secretive chat sessions with fellow gay teens create some of the few authentic and encouraging moments in the tale; in most instances, he bounces between thinly veiled homophobic moments and awkward encounters with an effeminate homosexual student. School librarian Mr. Covici, with his inspirational messages, presumably acts as an authorial voice within the text (the author, who is gay, is a high-school librarian), but he is such a forced insertion as to feel unnatural. With the dated feel and the insubstantial characterization, Klise's first novel is a placebo rather than a cure. (Fiction. 12 & up)

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780738721750
  • Publisher: Llewellyn Worldwide, Ltd.
  • Publication date: 9/28/2010
  • Pages: 304
  • Sales rank: 652,957
  • Age range: 12 years
  • Product dimensions: 5.10 (w) x 7.90 (h) x 0.80 (d)

Meet the Author

James Klise (Chicago, IL) is a high school librarian and adviser for the student literary journal, book club, and the Gay-Straight Alliance. His short stories have appeared in many journals, including StoryQuarterly, New Orleans Review, Ascent, and Southern Humanities Review. Love Drugged is his first novel.

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Love Drugged


By James Klise

Flux Pulishers

Copyright © 2010 James Klise
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7387-2175-0


Chapter One

Judging by the angry mail we get, a lot of people consider me to be the villain of this story. The Chicago newspapers treat me like a public menace. They use the most biased headlines:

STRAIGHT CHARADE LEAVES READERS IRATE NO MORE DATES FOR JAMIE BATES WOULD YOU WANT HIM FOR YOUR DAUGHTER?

No, people, you would not want me for your daughter. That should be obvious.

It's true, I told a lot of lies. I lied to everyone, including myself. I took things that didn't belong to me. Valuable things. In the end, I resorted to violence, which I totally regret, and I set what I thought was a very responsible, very contained, tiny fire, which led to—well, massive destruction of private property.

But a villain?

My defense goes like this: Technically, in order to be considered a true villain, you've got to have a sinister plan. I suspect that a class called "Creating Your Sinister Plan" is taught during freshman year of Villain School.

Take, for example, the Disney movie 101 Dalmatians. Cruella De Vil creates a plan: I am going to steal these adorable puppies and kill them to make coats. The crazy old people in Rosemary's Baby hatch a downright devilish plan: Let's take this innocent young woman and use her body to give birth to Satan's immortal offspring. In the Friday the 13th movies, the drowned teenager Jason Voorhees comes up with a truly ambitious, no-good, blood-splattered plan: Maybe, if I avenge my young death by killing every teenager who comes to Camp Crystal Lake, over time I will find some measure of peace.

Sure, these characters are all lunatics—certified, grade-A wack jobs—but they are bad guys nonetheless. They created evil plans; therefore, they are villains.

Let the record show, I never had a sinister plan. I never said to myself: Let me trick a beautiful, intelligent female classmate into thinking I am heterosexual. In our case, a relationship simply grew of its own accord. Opportunities presented themselves. It was the classic romantic scenario involving two young hearts, first kisses, exotic locales, and a stolen supply of untested pharmaceutical drugs designed to alter the sexual chemistry inside the brain.

I don't mean to excuse my crimes. These days I carry regrets with me like my grimy gray backpack, evident for the whole world to see.

People are complicated. Desire can be confusing. Not for you? Consider yourself lucky.

* * *

Reporters hold their compact digital recorders up to my mouth. "Please, Jamie, talk about the drug," they say. "Tell us about specific changes to your mind and your body." They always ask me to describe the taste of the pills, and they always use the word "miracle."

Often they ask for a photograph, something for them to use instead of my freshman yearbook picture, which everybody's seen. Infamous me, sitting up too straight, with my shiny brown bowl cut. Toothy and too happy-looking—alarming glee, like someone just pinched my ass. Now when someone pulls out a camera, I slouch a little and push my bangs to the side. I cross my arms. I've learned how to stare at cameras with confidence, without needing to smile at all.

Chicago reporters like to include my background story. Here's my version: I'm an only child. For the past five years, my family has lived with my mother's parents in Rogers Park, north of Peterson Avenue. Before that—back when my dad had his quick-printing business—we lived on the city's west side. My grandparents' place is a brick two-flat, one apartment on top of the other, with a chain-link fence along the front sidewalk. It may not impress, but it doesn't embarrass, either. It fits in.

When we first moved in, I picked a bedroom downstairs, in my grandparents' apartment. I wanted to be in the middle of everything. In retrospect, my parents must have appreciated the chance to have the upstairs to themselves, where they had plenty of space for starting their endless chain of doomed businesses—discount magazine sales, website design, recipe subscription clubs. One half-baked venture after the next.

At first, my parents expected our stay would be short. "One year, tops," my father said. Of course he thought so. My dad wears his wavy brown hair exactly as he did the year he led his high school baseball team to historic wins. (Another headline: SLUGGER BATES TAKES LAKERS TO STATE.) I'll catch him paging through the old yearbooks we keep on the TV, next to the Bible, and even I'm struck by how much I resemble him at that age. Despite subsequent setbacks in my dad's life, he has always clung to the notion that the universe happens to favor certain people, like him, and that the universe is not fickle.

"Now remember, kiddo," he told me back then, as we carried my suitcases into the "temporary" bedroom, "we're guests in this home."

I looked around the room. The narrow window offered an unobstructed view of my grandparents' garage, squat and brick. On the bed lay an old toy, a small wooden carving of two painted ducks on a log. I reached for it. The ducks were at opposite ends of the log, but when I pulled a string at the bottom, the ducks moved to the center, flapping their speckled wings.

My father hung my clothes in the closet and continued to give instructions in a low voice. "You're almost eleven, Jamie. Make yourself useful, and otherwise try to be invisible."

My mother came in, carting two rubber bins. She has always been freakishly strong. Unlike my dad and me, my mom is little, and she has straight ash-blond hair like her parents. "We're one floor up," she told me, pointing toward the ceiling with a sly smile, "like in a regular house. It won't be any different than before. Just bigger!"

It didn't take me long to realize that choosing the downstairs bedroom was a big mistake—the first in my noteworthy streak. Now and then, the phrase "suddenly an orphan" crossed my thoughts. My parents ate suppers on the first floor with us, but I got used to their early good-nights, quick kisses, and their departure through the front door. I would follow the sound of them climbing the stairs, then moving around the apartment above as they attended to business. Sometimes it sounded like ghosts.

I dreaded the quiet after they left. In the living room, an antique clock tolled ominously each hour. Every night after eating, I would rise from the table and say, "Thank you for the very nice supper," as I'd been trained to say.

"You're quite welcome," my grandmother answered. "Now go on, we'll get these dishes."

"Pleasure knowing you," my grandfather sometimes added, or "Nice doing business with you." It took some time before I understood he meant this to be funny. Then he'd reach for the TV remote.

For as long as I can remember, the rubber bins in my bedroom have stored all the things that brought light and sparkle to my life—toys and plastic superheroes when I was ten; books when I got older (I preferred books about explorers, astronomers, martyrs, events that changed the world, and people who took risky chances to improve their lives); and most recently, music and movies. In junior high, we took field trips downtown to see big musicals. We'd have lunch on State Street or Michigan Avenue, then race to get in line for the show. My favorites were Wicked and Les Miz, but I wasn't picky. Now I have a dozen recordings on CD. For eighth-grade graduation, my parents gave me a cheap TV/DVD combo for my bedroom, and I began buying used DVDs—classic titles that my dad recommended. I got them from the Korean video store for a couple of bucks each: Rosemary's Baby, Strangers on a Train, Invasion of the Body Snatchers, I Know You're in the House Alone, Halloween. I'd watch them by myself, with my bedroom door closed. Things are scarier when you're alone.

To be clear, I never felt unwelcome in my grandparents' apartment. They treated me with generous respect. "Jamie, we respect your privacy," they said, in order to explain why they never entered my bedroom. They smiled at me and patted my shoulder, but they had forgotten how to interact with a young person. Over time, their lack of communication intersected with my escalating need for privacy, and—slam! It was like the signing of the Magna Carta. We found an arrangement that worked for everyone.

* * *

"What I don't understand," reporters always say, "is why you didn't come out sooner."

Sooner. Simple as walking through a wide-open door into a perfect, sun-dappled day.

Give me a break, I was fifteen—a high school freshman.

"Gay" is the word my best friend Wesley used to describe the three-page essay on school spirit that we were assigned for English. "Damn, man, this project is gay."

"That's gay," the girls remark, when a friend dares to tie a sweater around her shoulders as if posing for a magazine.

"You look totally gay."

"No homo," boys say quickly in class, if they've expressed something bordering on sensitive and don't want to misrepresent themselves.

"Queer" is what they call the way-too-friendly guy who sells French fries in the cafeteria.

"Hands off, queer bait!"

"Faggots!" This was the furious outcry directed toward the immature clowns who misbehaved in homeroom, making us lose our pizza party.

"Take a picture, faggot, it lasts longer."

"Faggot," too, was the overweight, effeminate boy who showed up at school at the start of seventh grade and then silently endured a constant attack of projectiles aimed at his head—crumpled papers, rubber bands, even pencils. By November, he was gone. I imagined his life had become a series of sad switches, a long lonely search for a place to fit in. But I wouldn't be his friend, either. After all, I was getting by.

Recently, even a gay journalist asked me, "Jamie, why? Why put yourself through all this?" As if he had forgotten those harrowing years between ages ten and eighteen, when the meanest, most dreaded, completely acceptable, worst insult for any boy was to be called, simply, "fag."

(Continues...)



Excerpted from Love Drugged by James Klise Copyright © 2010 by James Klise. Excerpted by permission of Flux Pulishers. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Posted September 11, 2010

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    Reviewed by Randstostipher "tallnlankyrn" Nguyen for TeensReadToo.com

    TAKE A DOSE OF "LOVE DRUGGED"! Side effects include: laughing out loud, insomnia (from wanting to finish), and being one step closer to finding your identity. Jamie Bates may seem like any other teenage guy on the outside, but deep down he knows he is far from it. His constant attraction to other guys could be a huge hint that he's gay, yet Jamie does not want to come to this conclusion. In a world where phrases like "no homo" and the word "queer" can be thrown around jokingly, guys like Jamie fear it, understanding the torment and consequences that would result if their peers knew of their sexuality. At first, Jamie finds solace with his homosexuality in an online forum, being able to discuss his interests without being ridiculed. Unfortunately, his one escape is nixed once he discovers a fellow user just so happens to go to the same school. Panicked, Jamie tries to find a way out of the island he and his online friends would be exiled to once everyone knew the truth. Jamie's savior comes in the form of his fellow service club member, Celia Gamez. Extremely gorgeous, rich, and smart, Celia is the girl every guy would want. Jamie and Celia eventually are paired up to work on the Valentine's Day Carnation sale. With her flirtatious manner towards him, Jamie takes this as an opportunity to be put on the straight path. The idea seems to backfire in an instant though, as the physical attraction is absent, at least for Jamie. Out of the blue, Jamie is introduced to a pill called Rehomoline, a drug that is meant to suppress the feelings one has for the same sex. When all else fails, Jamie takes this second chance to live like every other guy, without knowing the side effects that will ensue. Before he knows it, Jamie's relationship with Celia veers in a direction that he never expected, his actions become completely out of character, and the drugs begin to have serious consequences. And yet, is this all okay if it means he will end up being straight? With having to worry about his best friend, Wes, and his own pill problem, dreams that haunt his mind, crushing on a blue-eyed classmate, and having a family that is all too plain and unsuccessful, Jamie must quickly figure out if this drug is what will cure him and give him the life he so desperately yearns for. Every now and then a novel is published that will change the lives and minds of whoever reads it, and LOVE DRUGGED just so happens to be the one. James Klise creates a realistic character who some will fear because he is all too easy to relate to. Just like Jamie, those who are gay are sometimes unsure whether they will be accepted, mainly because a picture of a perfect, normal guy who is meant to play sports and marry a woman is painted and loved by family and friends. Little do they know that they will still be loved for who they really are. An intriguing, perceptive, and heartwarming novel, LOVE DRUGGED may seem like any other simple coming-of-age novel, but with its twists and page-turning effect, it will ultimately leave a lasting impression.

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