Chaotic Good
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Random House
Annotation: Cosplay, comic shops, and college applications collide in this new novel from the author of You're Welcome, Universe, pe... more
 
Reviews: 4
Catalog Number: #567446
Format: Paperback
Publisher: Random House
Copyright Date: 2019
Edition Date: 2019 Release Date: 12/31/19
Pages: 249 pages
ISBN: 1-524-72083-6
ISBN 13: 978-1-524-72083-4
Dewey: Fic
Dimensions: 21 cm.
Language: English
Reviews:
ALA Booklist (Tue Jan 03 00:00:00 CST 2023)

Cameron loves cosplay, or at least she did until it earned her some seriously negative online attention. After admitting her ignorance of a particular fandom during a costume contest, she becomes the target of online harassment. After facing negative attention at her local comics shop (Atomix Comix), Cameron decides to dress up as a guy to escape the label of "fake nerd." Post-transformation, she finds herself easily accepted by other male nerds around her. Of course, nothing is so simple, and in typical girl-pretends-to-be-boy confusion, one of the boys (Wyatt, her brother's crush) falls for Cameron, blocking her brother from possibly finding true love. Though the climax feels a bit predictable, the engagement with issues of toxic masculinity and the inclusion of complications around sexuality make the novel timely and captivating. Gardner (You're Welcome, Universe, 2017) has written a delightfully diverse, feminist, and realistic narrative that explores the pitfalls of dishonesty and the sometimes terrifying reality of being a woman in a culture dominated by toxic masculinity.

Horn Book (Tue Jan 03 00:00:00 CST 2023)

The summer before senior year, cosplay-costume-designer Cameron pretends to be a boy to fit in at her local comics shop and escape the internet trolls angered by her cosplay-contest win. Gardner expertly balances serious topics--including assumptions about gender and the consequences of dishonesty--with light, frothy romance. Intermittent pages of black-and-white comic panels depict Dungeons & Dragons campaigns.

Kirkus Reviews (Tue Jan 03 00:00:00 CST 2023)

White cis girl Cameron Birch defeats trolls in the dungeons with a roll of her dice, but online the attack from anonymous haters never ends.Seventeen-year-old Cameron wants vengeance for the cruel comments spamming her cosplay blog. Disguised in her twin brother's clothes, she visits the only comic-book shop in town with the plan to reveal her true identity the moment the white, male clerk accepts her. Like magic, no one detects her, but she doesn't count on making friends with Why, a boy with brown skin and a golden Afro, who invites her in her male guise to join a Dungeons and Dragons campaign. On top of the stress of keeping up the lie that she is a boy, Cameron's future hangs in the balance with the upcoming portfolio review for her dream college. The story transitions between first-person prose and comics to represent shifts between Cameron's real life and the role-playing fantasy. The comics add a deeper level of immersion by providing readers with visual representation of Cameron's imagination. While the book rightly champions issues of consent and inclusion for cisgender girls in geek culture, Gardner's choice to have Cameron dress as a guy for a prank perpetuates a dangerous association between gender expression and deception—a choice that undercuts her point.Although cleverly formatted with a high-stakes plot, cis-normativity taints this feminist critique of toxic masculinity in geek culture. (Fiction. 14-18)

School Library Journal (Tue Jan 03 00:00:00 CST 2023)

Gr 9 Up-Cameron Birch, rising high school senior, has just made the move from Portland to Eugene, OR with her family. She's eager to escape before even arriving, but cosplay and CalArts, the art school of her dreams, may be her ticket out. She needs the comics from the local comics shop in order to continue her designs, but sexist employee and owners' son Brody makes things difficult. Cameron dons a male disguise to avoid Brody's prejudice, and boy-Cameron is welcomed into the world of comics, fandom, and Dungeons & Dragons. This book realistically explores the pitfalls of modern girl geekdom, and how women must prove the legitimacy of their geek cred to a higher standard than their male counterparts. It also unapologetically touches on the emotional harm that accompanies online harassment and doxing that is often targeted at women. Love interest Lincoln serves as a progressive and open-minded counter to Brody. Lincoln isn't perfect but learns from his mistakes, and is used to explore gender and agency issues, including a compelling scene illustrating the concept of consent. While the writing is generally solid, occasional instances of clumsy storytelling and overly silly situations can detract from the underlying message. In particular are six sets of comic panels (representing in-story D & D play) interspersed in the prose that try to add character depth, but largely come across as superfluous. VERDICT This mostly charismatic, sometimes frothy but overall hopeful story largely succeeds in highlighting gender issues while leaving some issues realistically unresolved. A recommended purchase for those hoping to enlighten and empower teens. Alea Perez, Westmont Public Library, IL

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Reading Level: 7.0
Interest Level: 7-12
Lexile: HL570L

1

 

 

The girl section.

 

 

"Your boyfriend won't like that one." He smiles at me through his patchy, barely grown‑in beard, leaning against the wall of shelved comic books. I hang my head. This is exactly what I was afraid of. I knew I shouldn't have come here. I knew I wouldn't be welcome. With a jerk of his neck, he flicks his greasy brown bangs out of his eyes. He looks me over, his arms folded tightly in front of his puffed-out chest. He hovers close by, waiting for my response, dying for me to acknowledge him, not taking silence for an answer. His name spelled out inside a bat-signal pin: brody.

 

"I'm sorry, what?" I ask, not daring to look directly at his face. I knew better; I knew better and I came into the shop anyway. I read the reviews online: five stars from the guys, two stars from the girls. I don't need his advice; I don't need a debate. Right now I need inspiration. And this guy's killin' my vibe.

 

"It's super girly. He probably won't like it. When's his birthday?"

 

"I--I don't have a boyfriend. It's, you know, for me." Dingbat. My fingers squeak against the cover of the latest The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl, holding on tight. I'm kicking myself for painting my nails sparkly pink and curling the rat's nest out of my hair this morning. I brace myself for what's coming next. All I wanted was a few new cosplay ideas without having to pass the geek-girl quiz.

 

"Oh! No wonder!" Brody laughs, and his expression softens. "You should check out the girl section."

 

"The . . . girl section?" I scowl, feeling my dark brown eyes turn black.

 

"No worries, tiger. You'll love it." He ushers me, hand on my back, toward one narrow shelf in the corner. I step away from his touch as soon as I can, but I can still feel his phantom palm resting there. The shelf is in disarray, with a few pastel-covered graphic novels and some very kawaii manga.

 

"Here you go," he lilts, eyes lighting up his pallid face. "All your comics lined up just for you. That way you don't need to get lost in the big-boy stuff." Another patron snorts from the board game section. This is humiliating. I'm trying not to flush, not to show a reaction. I can't let him know he's getting to me, but I don't think it's working. What year am I in? What kind of backwater wasteland is this? I swallow hard.

 

"Welp, I am a big boy, so, if you don't mind." I sidestep him on my way out of the "girl section." I try to stomp my feet as I go, but I'm wearing ballet flats, so I hardly make a sound. Brody's black leather boots echo through the shop as he follows me. Why is he following me? Leave me alone.

 

"Big boy in a pink dress, huh?" Why, oh why, did I wear the doughnut dress today?

 

"Yep." I try to sound preoccupied as I flip through an old issue of X‑Men, looking for Jubilee. I've been dying to replicate that yellow coat of hers.

 

"So you like X‑Men?" Brody stands over me, reeking of arrogance and body spray.

 

"Sure."

 

"Gen X, First Class, '92? What're we talkin' here?" He combs through the comics, pretending to help. I don't want to answer him, but the way he reaches over my head is a little intimidating. Maybe if I answer, he'll leave me alone.

 

"Whichever one Jubilee is in."

 

"Jubilee? Jesus." He pinches the bridge of his nose and winces.

 

"Jubilee is awesome."

 

"Jubes is the worst X‑Men of all time. The worst. Worse than Dazzler."

 

"Who?" Crap. And with that one little word, I know I've screwed up. One little word out of my big mouth and I've sealed my fate. Again. Why should it matter if I know who Dazzler is? How am I supposed to learn without buying the comics first? I pivot over to the next shelf and cough, hoping he didn't hear me.

 

"I knew it! I knew you didn't know anything about X‑Men. What are you really looking for? Attention? A boyfriend?"

 

"I'm looking for comics!" I snap at him. My black hair flies in front of my face. I brush it away. I try to channel Liv, who would know exactly what to say. She would put him in his place. "Is my girl cash not worth as much as your boy bucks?" I feel myself shrinking; he laughs at me while I try to remove the gold ballet flat from my stupid mouth. "Who said I have to be an expert to like something, or to shop here?" I wave the comics in his grinning face, trying to distract from the awkwardness. I'm a thousand percent done. I wish I were She-Hulk. I'd have smashed him and the entire "girl section" to bits by now.

 

"You don't have to get all snippy. Just hoping you can explain," he starts, "why you're buying comics if you don't even read them." Brody doesn't get angry. He doesn't even look annoyed. He talks to me like I'm six years old. Like he knows better. He doesn't.

 

"Excuse you--I read comics. I love comics," I say under my breath. I'm scared to raise my voice despite how angry I am. From now on I'll be doing all my shopping online, that's for sure.

 

"But you don't even know who--"

 

"I know enough. Okay?" I snap. "I know all their costumes by heart, and one day I'll be making--"

 

"Costumes?! That's what you're into, their outfits? Oh God . . . you're not one of those cosplay chicks, are you?" Brody reels back, face scrunched up as if he caught a whiff of something more rotten than his body spray. He looks me over again from my shoes to my shoulders, not bothering to look me in the eyes, disgusted. Every second I stand here is excruciating. I wish I had never come in. I should have waited to go back to Portland. I should have saved up to buy an iPad so I'd never have to leave the house to buy a comic again. I can't bring myself to say anything else. There's nothing I can actually say. Nothing that would make a difference. I'm ready to run--screw inspiration--when the staff door bangs open. Another employee stands in the doorway, balancing six boxes in his dark brown arms. Great, now he's got backup.

 

"Ayo, Brody! New Dark Horse shipment came in," he says, nodding toward the back room. Brody takes his cue and leaves us with one last laugh.

 

"Come on, I'll ring you up." I follow without questioning, keeping my eyes focused on his red Vans and rolled‑up cuffs.

 

"Oh! Nice choice. Let's kick some butts and eat some nuts!" he chants while typing into the staff computer. I nearly choke on the spearmint gum I'm chewing.

 

"What?!"

 

"You'll see." He smiles. He's younger than Brody, with a short golden-bleached Afro. His name tag only says why. "It's one of my faves."

 

"Yeah? You shop in the girl section?" I growl back at him under my breath. Just ring me up so I can get out of here. The attention is getting to me. I start peeling the polish off my nails; the glittery flakes fall to the ground.

 

"Ugh. He brought that up? I've been trying to talk him out of that girl section since I started here--it's hella annoying." Embarrassed, Why pushes his red frames up onto the bridge of his nose. The lenses are covered in so many fingerprints and smudges I'm surprised he can see me at all.

 

"Sure."

 

"No, really. I know it's stupid, right? But his uncle owns the shop. Brody pretty much acts like he runs the place."

 

"Good for him." I hand Why my debit card, no receipt, and rush to the door.

 

"Hey, wait! Do you want to enter a raffle? It's for--"

 

"No thanks!" I cut him off, and get the hell out of there.

 

 

 

Atomix Comix is the only decent place left to buy comics in Eugene after Vanishing Planet vanished. Apparently, they went under without the extra income from selling board games, toys, and knickknacks. I never even got a chance to shop there. Now I'm stuck buying comics from grody Brody and the He-Man Woman-Haters Club.

 

I squint into the summer sun. The main drag is all washed out and white as my eyes adjust to the light. I try not to think about Liv getting to work at Books with Pictures this summer. How she'd never have her comics-cred questioned because she works behind the counter. Liv gets to be on the inside. I wonder if she kept the Lightning cosplay I made her. After all, it was her idea to dress as Final Fantasy characters. And yeah, I don't know who any of them are, but I liked the designs. I had no idea I was going to get called out. Not like that, anyway.

 

I need thread. I need buttons. Hot glue. Sequins. Armature wire. A new thimble for my ever-growing collection. I list out all the things I'll buy at the craft store to soothe my sore ego. I wish it were a longer walk; I don't want to taint the one place I like in this town with the bad vibes from down the street. The bells on the door at Kozy Corner jingle quietly as I step into the shop. The air is heady with the smell of dust and fake flowers.

 

I'm home. I pace the aisles, tracing my fingers along stacks of folded fabric. My mind races through the possibilities. This vinyl could be Black Canary's corset, and that intricate weblike brocade could be the lining for Spider-Gwen's hood.

 

And then I spot it. A summer-night-blue fabric, a blue the deepest depths of the oceans, an almost-black blue that practically glows under the shine of the fluorescent lights overhead. This bolt of midnight-blue satin calls to me, crammed in the wrong spot between some yellow and green felt.

 

"Who put you here?" I ask the satin as I pull it out. I feel like fainting from just the sight of its cerulean perfection. I want to spray it with bleach and create a pattern of nebulas and galaxies. Hand-paint in stars, wire it up using fiber-optic strands so it twinkles, and, damn, what a gown it would be.

 

I would wear it to the premiere of my first summer blockbuster. And everyone would know that's Cameron Birch; she's the girl who designed the costumes. I fabricated them too, but I forgive their ignorance this time because I'm too busy posing with Chris Pratt for the press. I'll buy five yards of it.

 

"Don't you just look lovely today?" Dotty with the lilac-gray hair sighs as she rings me up.

 

"Thanks." I hope when I'm her age, great-grandma age, I look as cool as Dotty. She dresses sharp, severe. Slick black capes and pounds of pearls and baubles. I've never seen her wear the same pair of earrings twice.

 

"All pink and poofy and perfect." She kisses her thumb, her own personal gesture of approval.

 

"Sure."

 

"What's wrong? You've got a face like a wet weekend." She folds the satin carefully before slipping it into the plastic bag.

 

"Maybe too pink," I tell her as she swipes my debit card. I look over my pink doughnut-printed dress, the one I spent last weekend sewing after a serious bout of homesickness. I never liked the doughnuts at Voodoo Doughnut, but I loved seeing tourists with their pink boxes. I even sewed on little beads that look like sprinkles. Now I wish I had made something more normal. Maybe I should just start buying clothes at the mall again.

 

"No such thing as too pink." Dotty hands me my fabric while the printer screeches out my receipt.

 

"Thanks, Dot. See you round, I'm sure."



Excerpted from Chaotic Good by Whitney Gardner
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Cosplay, comic shops, and college applications collide in this new novel from the author of You're Welcome, Universe, perfect for fans of Adam Silvera and Noelle Stevenson!

Cameron's cosplay creations are finally starting to earn her attention--attention she hopes to use to get into the CalArts costume design department for college. But after she wins a major competition, she inadvertently sets off a firestorm of angry comments from male fans online.

When Cameron's family moves the summer before her senior year, she hopes to complete her costume portfolio in peace and quiet away from the abuse. Unfortunately, the only comic shop in town--her main destination for character reference--is staffed by a dudebro owner who challenges every woman who comes into the shop.

At her twin brother's suggestion, Cameron borrows a set of his clothes to waltz into the shop as Boy Cameron, where she's shocked at how easily she's accepted into the nerd inner sanctum. Soon, Cameron finds herself drafted into a D&D campaign. But as her "secret identity" gets more and more entrenched, Cameron's portfolio falls by the wayside--and her crush on one of the guys in the group threatens to make a complicated situation even more precarious.


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