A teen rockstar has to navigate family, love, coming out, and life in the spotlight after being labeled the latest celebrity trainwreck in Jen Wilde's quirky and utterly relatable young adult novel.
As a rock star drummer in the hit band The Brightsiders, Emmy King’s life should be perfect. But there’s nothing the paparazzi love more than watching a celebrity crash and burn. When a night of partying lands Emmy in hospital and her girlfriend in jail, she’s branded the latest tabloid train wreck.
Luckily, Emmy has her friends and bandmates, including the super-swoonworthy Alfie, to help her pick up the pieces of her life. She knows hooking up with a band member is exactly the kind of trouble she should be avoiding, and yet Emmy and Alfie Just. Keep. Kissing.
Will the inevitable fallout turn her into a clickbait scandal (again)? Or will she find the strength to stand on her own?
Jen Wilde, author of Queens of Geek, which Seventeen called, “the geeky, queer book of our dreams” is back with a brand new cast of highly diverse and relatable characters for her fans to fall in love with.
Praise for The Brightsiders:
"The author adeptly captures the essence and confusion that young people may go through when trying to figure out their identities. This inclusive romance features multiple LGBTQ+ protagonists, including a nonbinary character who uses the pronouns they/them. . .Perfect for collections seeking high drama and romance." School Library Journal
"Wilde (Queens of Geek, 2017) exchanges fandom for music here, but the characters and relationships she creates are every bit as strong. A recommended purchase, especially for collections looking for LGBTQ titles that aren’t heavy-handed." Booklist
|Publisher:||Feiwel & Friends|
|Product dimensions:||5.50(w) x 8.10(h) x 1.30(d)|
|Age Range:||13 - 17 Years|
About the Author
Jen Wilde is a writer, geek and fangirl with a penchant for coffee, books and pugs. She writes YA stories about zombies (As They Rise), witches (Echo of the Witch), fangirls (Queens of Geek), and rockstars (The Brightsiders). Her debut series reached over three million reads online and became an Amazon bestseller.
Born and raised in Australia, she splits her time between Melbourne and New York. When she’s not writing, Jen loves binge-watching her favorite shows on Netflix, eating pizza, traveling to far away places and going to conventions in Marty McFly cosplay.
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"Cheeseburgers!" I shout at the top of my lungs.
Jessie pulls me through the club, shoving people out of the way. "Move, people! We're getting cheeseburgers!"
"CHEESEBURGERS!" I shout again, but few hear me over the thumping of music and drumming of feet against the dance floor.
Everything goes dark, and I realize my eyes are closed. I take a sip of my drink and giggle as mystery shoulders rub against mine and Jessie's grip tightens on my hand.
"Em!" she calls. Her voice sounds miles away. "Wake up, babe!"
"I'm awake," I mumble, then open my eyes to find us walking past the bar toward the exit.
"Hey," a cute girl by the bar calls. "Are you Emmy King?"
I do a curtsy and smile. "Indeed I am. And what is thy name, fair maiden?"
Jessie snakes an arm around my waist. "Uh-oh," she says. "That's Outlander talk. You've officially reached peak drunkenness."
The girl at the bar holds her phone out. "Can I have a selfie with you?"
I stumble toward her and take her phone. "Aye, t'would be my most high pleasure."
"Um," the girl says. "What?"
Jessie laughs. "She means yes."
I start taking photos with her phone, sticking my tongue out and blowing kisses and crossing my eyes and giving the finger, but Jessie snatches the phone away and gives it back to the girl.
"C'mon, Em," Jessie says. "I'm starving." She takes my hand and pulls me away. We've been dating for almost six months, but she still gets a tad protective when fans pay me a lot of attention. It's kind of cute seeing her freckled nose scrunch up like that when she's jealous.
I bow to the girl, spilling some of my drink. "Fare thee well, my sweet, for I musteth findeth cheeseburgers, lest I waste away from hunger. My heart doth long for the day we may meet again!"
We walk through the dining area and I spot Alfie and Ryan in a booth in the corner. I give them my widest grin. Alfie Jones and Ryan Cho are my two bestest buds in the whole universe. And they're my bandmates. I get to rock out all around the world with my two fave people and get paid for it. Hashtag blessed.
Still grinning, I reach a hand out to Alfie as we pass. He takes it and stands.
"Where are you off to?" he says in my ear.
"CHEESEBURGERS!" I yell, and he laughs.
"I should have known," he says.
My best friend, Chloe, is dancing their butt off in the middle of the club. I wave to them and mouth that I'm leaving. They blow me a kiss, and I pretend to catch it.
Jessie pulls on my hand and I wobble off-balance, but Alfie steadies me.
"Whoa," he says. "You okay, Em?"
I nod. But then my stomach lurches, and I groan.
Alfie takes one look at me and furrows his brow. He taps Jessie's arm to get her attention.
"I think Em's gonna be sick," he says. I shake my head slowly even though they're not looking at me.
Jessie rolls her eyes. "She's fine."
"Nah," he says. "She's doing that face she always does before she voms."
They both look at me, and I smile, but it's delayed and lopsided.
Jessie sighs and pulls me closer to her. "Em," she says sternly. "Are you gonna hurl?"
I shake my head and pout. She gives Alfie a look that says told you so and turns to keep walking.
And then I barf all over the floor.
People around us jump away from me, shrieking in disgust, but I'm too drunk to care. I buckle over and heave again. Jessie stands over me, laughing and holding my hair, while Alfie takes my drink and rubs my back.
I stare at the puke-covered floor and laugh. "It's blue."
"It's from the cocktails," Jessie says.
Flashes of light hurt my eyes, and Alfie tries to cover the lenses of people's phones as they take pictures of me. Ryan joins him, spreading his arms wide to cover me.
"Let's get you some air," Alfie says.
With one arm around Jessie and one around Alfie, I stumble to the door of the club.
Jessie takes a moment to fix my hair, tucking some behind my left ear and letting the right side of my bleach-blond lob hang forward.
"Remember," she says. "Act neutral. And sober."
* * *
Neutral. That's how we block the paparazzi. No weird facial expressions, no smiles, no frowns, nothing for them to use to spin fictional tales of our lives.
"Neutral," I say, nodding. I take her hand, and she opens the door to the busy West Hollywood street.
Immediately, paparazzi start yelling questions at me and sticking cameras in my face. I shield my eyes.
"Em! Emmy! Hey, Em!" they shout. I keep my gaze on my blurred feet, focusing as hard as I can so that I don't trip or stumble in front of them.
"What are you and your gal pal up to tonight?"
"Is Jessie your girlfriend?"
"Have you been drinking?"
"Aren't you underage, Em?"
"Are you going back to your place to continue partying?"
Alfie steps in between us and the cameras. They start pestering him instead. It's like I've disappeared. I keep my head down, letting my hair fall in front of my face.
"Hey, Alfie, did you get lucky in the club tonight?"
"What do you think about your ex being spotted with that basketball player?"
"Where's Ryan tonight?"
"Yeah, where's Ryan? Is there trouble in Brightsiders paradise?"
Meanwhile, it's taking all my brainpower just to put one foot in front of the other. I hold my breath like it's going to help me walk straighter. One stumble is all it could take for me to land on tomorrow's front pages.
Ryan emerges from the club, carrying a bottle of water. He catches up with us as we power-walk to the car and the questions start flying his way, too.
"Hey, Ryan!" a photographer says. "Where you headed, man?"
"You happy to see Strange Welcome still topping all the charts?"
The four of us ignore the interrogation and climb into Jessie's Range Rover, and I'm impressed with how well I did pretending to be sober.
"Alfie," Jessie says, turning to him from the driver's seat as he and Ryan climb into the back. "What are you doing?"
"Cheeseburgers," he says.
"Same," Ryan adds.
I laugh because cheeseburgers suddenly sounds like the funniest word in the history of all words.
"Cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezzze ...," I say. "Buuuuuurrrrgerrrrrrrr zzzzzzzuuuuuhhhhhhh!"
Alfie and Ryan cackle. Jessie glances at me, but I'm too far gone to understand what she's trying to communicate with me.
"Do you three have to do literally everything together?" she asks with big puppy-dog eyes. "Just because you're a band doesn't mean you have to follow each other around twenty-four-seven."
"Hey," Ryan says, handing me the bottle of water. "We're friends. Friends hang out."
I take a long gulp of the water, hoping I can keep it down.
"Can't me and Em have a night to ourselves?" Jessie asks.
Paparazzi surround us, sticking their lenses right up to the windows.
"Can we go, please?" I ask. "I don't feel so good. They can't see me throw up."
Jessie crosses her arms over her chest, pouting. "Why can't we just be alone? Just the two of us."
"You two spend tons of time together," Ryan argues. "We hardly saw Em all summer."
Alfie leans forward between the seats, a smile on his face so the cameras don't know we're fighting. "You're not seriously going to kick us out?" he asks.
Ryan groans. "You're going to leave us to the wolves out there?"
I stroke Jessie's shoulder. "Why are you mad? It's only Alfie and Ry. Let's just go. We can drop them home and have together time. It's cheeseburger time!" I drum my hands on the dashboard, but stop when a gross burp seeps out of me. "We need to go. Don't make me spew all over you."
"No," she says, then looks at them in the rearview mirror. "Get out."
"What the hell?" Alfie asks.
Ryan shakes his head. "You know kicking us out in front of everyone is going to start a billion rumors about the band breaking up, right?"
She shrugs. "I could care less."
I giggle. "Thy mean thy couldn't care less. Saying thy could care less means that thy doth care. Thou thinks thy doths care a lot."
Alfie laughs. "Wow, you really are wasted."
"Thus!" I say, springing upright in the passenger seat. "Hence! Why we should leaveth, lest the treacherous paparazzi uncover mine drunkenness."
Jessie leans back against her seat.
Alfie sighs. "Fine. Fuck you, too."
Before I can tell them to stay, Alfie and Ryan force their way out of the car and disappear into a sea of flashes and questioning.
"Whyyyyy?" I moan, resting my head on the seat. "Why did you do that?"
Jessie starts the engine and smiles at me like nothing happened. "I just wanna be alone with you, babe."
I pull out my phone and text Alfie and Ryan.
ALFIE: not your fault
RYAN: All good, Em. Good luck not vomming!
ALFIE: drink lots of water:)
Jessie toots her horn at the photographers standing in front of her car before making a sharp turn onto the road.
"Huh," she says, glancing in her mirrors. "The paps are following us." I think I see a hint of a smile on her face, but maybe my vision is just blurry.
I turn in my seat to look out the rear window. Jessie slams on the brakes, the tires screeching across the asphalt. The Range Rover spins and skids to a halt, the force knocking me off my seat and into the dashboard.
"Shit!" Jessie cries, punching the steering wheel.
I rub my back where it hit the dash. "Ow."
Other cars in the intersection toot their horns at us, and then something hits us from behind. It slams into us so hard that our car moves forward into the middle of the intersection. We scream as another car skids to a stop just feet away from my side of the Range Rover.
I jump out of the car and immediately throw up. My arms and legs tremble from the shock, and when I wipe my mouth I see blood smeared across my hand.
Jessie runs around the car to reach me, taking me by the shoulders. "Em? Are you ... Oh shit, your nose is bleeding." She lifts my chin to dip my head back and pinches the bridge of my nose. It takes a second for me to realize it hurts, and I swat her hand away from my face.
"Owwww." I lightly touch my nose. "I think it's broken."
More cars pull up, and the same group of photographers jump out and run toward us, filming video and taking pictures. Jessie unleashes her wrath on them.
"Get the fuck out of here, you vultures!" she screams. "I'll call the police on you! I'll have you arrested! What kind of people see a car accident and take photos to sell instead of helping the victims?"
"Jess!" I call. "Stop!"
I can taste blood in my mouth.
"Victim?" one of the photographers says to Jessie, laughing. "Doll, you're the one who's about to be arrested if you've been drinking."
Jessie's hands fly up to her mouth, and then she throws a punch at him, missing completely. Sirens sound in the distance, and within minutes police cars arrive in a flash of blue-and-red lights.
The last thing I see before I pass out is Jessie swearing at the police while they handcuff her.
So much for neutral.CHAPTER 2
I wake up in a hospital bed with a bandage on my nose and a throbbing headache. The room spins, and it takes me a couple of seconds to see Alfie and Ryan sitting on either side of me, sleeping in their chairs.
I sit up and stretch my back, wincing when it hurts. "What happened?" I whisper.
Alfie wakes up with a start, almost falling off his chair.
"Em?" he croaks. "Do you feel okay? Do want me to get the nurse?" He stands up, but I pull him back down.
"No, I'm okay. Why am I here?"
His eyes widen. "You don't remember?"
I touch my nose gently; it feels sore and tender. "I remember being at the club."
Alfie scratches the back of his head, messing up the dark, wavy mane that runs past his shoulders. "Um ... you were in an accident. You bruised your ribs and almost broke your nose."
I clutch my chest. "Like, a car accident? Was anyone else hurt?"
He shakes his head. "No. You're the only one in the hospital."
I try to remember something — anything — about the accident. But the last thing I remember is downing some blue slushie drink that tasted like pure vodka, then jumping onto the dance floor.
Tears fill my eyes. "I wasn't driving, was I?"
My heart is in my throat, and my stomach has curled itself into a ball, which is exactly what I wish I could do.
I look around the room. "Is she outside?"
He rests his elbows on the bed and frowns. "No, she was arrested, Em. They put her in the drunk tank for the night."
I feel sick, but something tells me I've already puked out everything in my stomach. "When is she getting out?"
"I don't know. This morning, I guess." He rubs a hand down his face. When he speaks again, his voice is louder, angrier. "Did you know she has a previous arrest for drunk driving?"
I lay back against the scrunchy paper pillow. "No. Is she okay?"
"Honestly, I don't give a shit if she's okay or not," Alfie says, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms. "You could have been killed."
Ryan wakes up and yawns. "Hey, Em. You okay?"
"I think so," I say quietly. "Just sore. And embarrassed."
They exchange a look.
"What?" I ask.
Alfie shakes his head. "Nothing."
"Try to relax," Ryan adds, but he's still giving Alfie a worried look. "The doctor said you need to take it easy for a few days." His phone buzzes, and he answers it in Korean. It must be his parents. He's first-generation Korean American, and his parents are some of our biggest fans — the kind who wear our band T-shirts to the supermarket so they can brag to the cashier that Ryan is their son. I adore them.
That's when I notice he and Alfie are still in the clothes they were wearing at the club. Alfie in a white tee, black skinny jeans and faux-leather jacket. The fluorescent lights make his creamy white skin look a sickly gray. I've always been paler than him, so I don't even want to know how they make me look right now.
Ry has the hood of his red-and-black flannel shirt draped over his head, flattening his jet black hair, which is usually perfectly styled into a high quiff. His light brown skin is washed out by the lights, too, and his faded Ninja Turtles tee is stained blue. Suddenly I remember all the drinks I had last night.
Ryan ends the call and sighs. "My mom just saw the news. Apparently they're saying you're in a coma. She was freaking out."
Oh, hell. "I'm so sorry, Ry. Is she okay?"
He nods. "Now that she knows you're okay, she's fine."
I hate how much this is already affecting the people around me. Ughhhh. What have I done?
A woman's voice echoes down the hall outside, and I sit up. "Oh no."
Alfie groans. "Sal's here."
Sal is our manager. Well, the head manager of our vast group of managers, agents, and everyone else who runs our lives. It's ridiculous how many people it takes to handle the hectic lives of three famous teens. All the times I dreamed of our band making it big, having an entourage organizing every minute of my day never entered my mind. Everything else, though — the fans, the money, the chance to share our songs with millions of people — that makes it all so worth it. Sitting on stage, slamming my drums while Ry rocks the guitar and Alfie belts out our lyrics, that's my happy place. And one day, I'll be singing lead on stage, too. At least, I hope I will. Maybe not, after this scandal.
"Emmy King's room, please?" Sal asks someone outside. I can already tell by the fast tempo of her voice that she's pissed. The door bursts open, and she glides in like a warrior in stilettos and sleek hair extensions.
She leans over Ryan and takes my hands in hers. "Emmy, are you all right?"
I nod and swallow nervously. She touches the back of her hand to my forehead.
"I'm fine," I say timidly.
She straightens and puts her hands on her hips. "Good, because I don't want to yell at a sick person." I hold my breath, preparing for her fury. "What the hell were you thinking, Emmy? Underage drinking? Driving under the influence?"
Ryan holds up a finger. "For the record, Em wasn't the one driving."
Sal throws her hands up in the air. "Do you think the press gives two fucks who was really driving? She's the celebrity, she's the seventeen-year-old role model with legions of teenagers looking up to her. Do you think their parents are going to shell out cash to buy your songs or go to your concerts if they think the Brightsiders are bratty party animals?"
Alfie drops his head into his hands. I sink lower into the bed and wish I could hide under the blanket and disappear. I feel like the worst person in the world right now.
"Just because you play punk rock music," Sal continues, "doesn't give you a pass to act like a little punk."
Ouch. That hurts, but she's right.
"I'm so sorry, everyone," I say.
Alfie reaches out and takes my hand, and Ryan gives me a tired smile.
Sal's phone buzzes. She looks at it and sighs dramatically. "Well, it's happening. All the videos from last night have officially gone viral."(Continues…)
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I really love fame-based books. I’ve never wanted to be famous – sure, I want to be a beloved author, but most authors still have basic anonymity in their everyday life, so I’ve never been someone who wanted to be a famous actor or musician who gets recognized regularly. Maybe I just like reading about them because it gives me a chance to see all the drama and excitement that I’m happily missing out on. Jen Wilde’s debut was a pretty good book with some nice diversity. I didn’t love it, but I enjoyed it. I think that’s the same way I feel about her second book – it’s even more diverse and has even more things I like, but I still never had that moment where I fell in love with it. I did appreciate the fact that basically every main character and important secondary character is queer, whether it comes to gender or sexuality. Books seem to be getting more diverse, but just having two or three queer characters can make a title diverse – this one goes beyond that. The protagonist, the drummer in the band, is bi and comes out in this book, and there are lots of other characters who are gay and bi. There are also cameos from the main characters of Queens of Geek, including the famous queer couple from that book. There’s a lot of drama in this book, though, and I think that sometimes left me a little overwhelmed. I just wanted some nice band shenanigans, but then we’d get over-the-top romantic and family drama instead. Not a bad thing, but not what I really wanted. I’m definitely excited to see what else Jen Wilde writes next. Hopefully third time’s the charm and it’ll be the book that pushes past “like” and becomes “love.”
This book is amazing! There is great representation of a variety of genders and orientations in this book. Some characters are bi, others are gay or non/binary. I believe this is the first book I’ve read with a non-binary character who prefers the pronoun “they.” At first, it was a little confusing when I read “they” referring to a single person. I thought I had missed another person entering the scene. But I got used it pretty quickly, and I loved the diversity. Another important aspect of this book is the paparazzi culture. We see one side of the story in the photos, but we don’t know what is actually happening in the celebrities’ lives. Emmy looked like she was falling apart, but that was influenced by the tabloids’ opinions. Not everything is what it seems in the magazines. I love the characters. I wish I could join their group of friends. They had so much fun, and it made me so jealous! And I totally loved Emmy and Alfie! They were definitely my favourite characters! If you haven’t read Queens of Geek, you should read it before The Brightsiders. It isn’t a sequel, but the characters from Queens of Geek made a couple of appearances in this book, and it would spoil the ending of that book because you would see where they ended up. I just loved this book and I’m going to recommend it to everyone! I received a copy of this book from the publisher on NetGalley.
This was my first time reading a book by Jen Wilde, but she might be familiar to YA readers if you have read Queens of Geek. I have that book, but I just haven't gotten around to reading it yet. Her latest installment, The Brightsiders is actually already available for sale, but life got in the way for me and I wasn't able to finish this advanced reader copy until now. I have to admit that I have some complicated feelings about this book, and I really struggled with how I should rate this one. On the one hand I think this book does something that a lot of YA books need to strive for, and that's have a diverse group of characters. Our main character Emmy is a bisexual female, Alfie is genderqueer and pansexual, Chole is a black non-binary person that uses they/them pronouns, and Ryan is an Korean-American also in the queer community. There are also some other side characters that are also queer. It was great to read about people not like me, because I really want to read from different perspectives that don't mirror my own. The diversity in this book never felt like it was forced. The way Wilde writes all these different characters made it feel so natural. They were just living their lives being themselves, and that's exactly how it should be. It also was a different experience for me to read about a non-binary person, it took some getting used in the writing, but I think that is just because it's not something I'm familiar with or have read in a book before. I did find myself not being able to put this book down because I just wanted to find out what was going to happen next. For me that is an indication that I am really enjoying a book. For me, books don't always get a higher rating because the writing or plot is particular amazing, sometimes if I just have a good experience with a book and really latch onto the characters I give it a higher rating. This is why I'm conflicted, because I did really enjoy it a lot, but I have some issues with the plot that makes me reconsider what type of rating I should give it. Here's my issue with the plot...is there one? It seems like a lot of the plot just hinged on drama with Emmy and her god-awful gaslighting parents, and her ex-girlfriend. It just felt like not much else was going on. It felt like some of the plot points were just way too dramatic and it was unrealistic. I even found myself rolling my eyes at some of it, because most of this book is just really about a famous girl getting chased my the paparazzi all the time, and it wasn't all that interesting. But I also have to keep in mind that Emmy is young, and she still is a teenager. Everything is so dramatic when you are 17. I also expected this book to be more about the music since they are in fact a band, but it felt like it focused less on the band making music and more on Emmy's dating life and the downsides of being famous. There's nothing inherently wrong with that, I think I just wanted something a little more out of this one. Do you recommend this one? ABSOLUTELY! If you are seeking a diverse read, and are okay with reading about someone cutting off contact with emotionally abusive people, I say go for it. It has a happy ending, so I think you will be satisfied when you finish it. *I received a free egalley copy of this book in exchange for my honest review