Everybody has that one dude (or maybe more) in a book that causes them to go:
And I mean they make us swoon and legitimately flail our arms around uncontrollably to the point we’re —
- trying to suppress our squeals/screams that threaten to emerge from our throats
- calling them assholes for making us have tons of ~feels
- declaring that we would do anything for them to exist in our lives right now.
They have to make us react extremely strongly to them.
I am no exception.
Confession #1: I thought having book boyfriends was incredibly dumb.
I thought I was soooo cool for not having one. (I was secretly a hipster. ;D)
Three years ago, I would’ve scoffed in your face and flipped my hair over my shoulder if you asked me about my book boyfriends. To pre-2012 Cee, “book boyfriend” was a silly term and a childish way to describe my crushes. Like out of all the terms you could call them, book boyfriends? Really? I would’ve gone with “love of my life” (because I am an absurd and a dramatic person most of the time). ;D
I was wrong. It’s not silly. You know what is? Me acting like I was above it. “Book boyfriend” is just a way to describe crushes. It’s no big deal.
Confession #2: I don’t consider male characters I crush on in classic literature or literary fiction to be “book boyfriends.”
I don’t have a lot of crushes on male characters in those genres. I admit that it’s extremely rare. I like them, but not enough that I’m sighing every time they enter the scene. I wouldn’t wish for Fitzwilliam Darcy to suddenly walk into my room (but if it was Colin Firth, *sigh* yes please) because I don’t feel very strongly about him.
When I do crush on one, I don’t really call him a “book boyfriend.” With certain genres, I call them different things —
- Classic Literature/literary fiction = crushes
- Young Adult = book boyfriend or crushes
- Romance = ????
I find it weird to call them book boyfriends. I almost feel like I’m being rude if I call Darcy that. (I’m pretty sure he’d be unimpressed. I don’t want to offend these dudes from this genre with terms they have never heard of. They’re stuck on “courting” nonsense. I don’t want to break their brains. ;D)
But that’s just me. I’m not telling you it’s wrong to call them that. You can call them whatever you like. :)
Confession #3: I don’t have tons of book boyfriends. Before this year, I only had one.
At times, I felt like a special sunflower because everybody seemed to have ten or more book boyfriends, and I was just sitting there with one. Sure, there are some male characters that make me squeal and make me wish they existed in the real world (like Archer Cross and Jonah Griggs), but I don’t have extremely strong feelings for them. Not enough that make me want to declare them my book boyfriend.
If I don’t —
- feel absolute devotion toward the male character
- have to take a break (like a minute or two) from reading to squeal and flail when the male character enters the scene
- hear weird noises emerging from my mouth
- shake my head every time they do something as simple as smiling or standing still
- find myself frantic and desperate for more
- find myself declaring them assholes (when they actually aren’t but I like to be dramatic)
- tell every one that they should looooovvveeeeee this dude
Then, I can’t really call them book boyfriends. My heart won’t let it happen!
The only book boyfriend that elicits all those criteria is Adrian Ivashkov from the Vampire Academy and Bloodlines series by Richelle Mead.
That dude is *sigh*. What can I say about him? Every time he appears on the page, I do everything in the criteria above. He is laid-back and smart and sneaky and charming and snarky and funny and sarcastic. Everything I love. He has such a complicated history and family, but despite that, that dude knows how to love. He does it with his entire soul and I love that.
Just thinking about him makes me want to flail my arms and release a small squeal (which really sounds like a bird mating call).
Confession #4: As of January 16, I have my second ever book boyfriend!
I officially inducted Wesley Ayers (from The Archived and The Unbound books) into my “book boyfriend” club!
CONGRATS, DUDE. WELCOME TO THE EXCLUSIVE CLUB!
He earned in! He is an awesome guy! Great friend and partner. Funny and adorable. Supportive. And after this asshole (note: no, he isn’t actually one and yes, it’s for dramatic emphasis) appeared in The Unbound the way he did, I remember dropping my e-reader onto my bed with my arms raised above my head and yelled, “I’m out” because it was official. I love him. Wesley in The Archived was reaching “I really love this dude” status, but he reached “oh fuck I love you so fucking much.Can you be in my life please and smile at me because I need you in my life” status in The Unbound. He is worthy to be my book boyfriend.
Now here we are!
Who would’ve thought this Goth kid would earn a special place in my heart? Not I!
Confession #5: I feel bad that I haven’t inducted a few male characters into my book boyfriend club (even though I absolutely adore them).
Male characters that should’ve been inducted into my book boyfriend club:
- Archer Cross (Hex Hall)
- Jonah Griggs (Jellicoe Road)
- Cricket Bell (Lola and the Boy Next Door)
They totally deserve to be in the club. They elicit most of the reactions in my criteria, but there’s something keeping me from inducting them. I don’t know what’s wrong!
At this point, I think I’m being stubborn. :\
There’s nothing wrong if you have one or a hundred book boyfriends. Yay to those of you who can open your heart to all of them! I adore lots of male characters, but my heart and head refuses to induct them into the exclusive book boyfriend club. I am fully devoted to only two and I’m okay with that. (Maybe. ;D)
Do you have any confessions you want to tell me about your book boyfriends? How many book boyfriends do you have? Who are they? What type of guys do you usually go for? (I wonder what my book boyfriends and other male characters I adore say about me.) Do you have any criteria that your book boyfriends have to fulfill?