You Asked for Perfect
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"Wise‚ romantic‚ and painfully relatable."—Becky Albertalli, New York Times bestselling author of Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda
From acclaimed author Laura Silverman comes a timely novel about a bisexual teen's struggle when academic success and romantic happiness pull him in opposite directions, perfect for fans of Adam Silvera and Tamara Ireland Stone.
Ariel Stone has spent his life cultivating the perfect college résumé: first chair violinist, dedicated volunteer, active synagogue congregant, and expected valedictorian. He barely has time to think about a social life, let alone a relationship…until a failed calculus quiz puts his future on the line, forcing Ariel to enlist his classmate, Amir, as a tutor.
As the two spend more time together, Ariel discovers he may not like calculus, but he does like Amir. When he's with Amir, the crushing academic pressure fades away on, and a fuller and brighter world comes into focus. But college deadlines are still looming. And adding a new relationship to his long list of commitments may just push Ariel past his limit.
In a time where academic pressure on stressed teens couldn't be higher, You Asked for Perfect is a story full of empathy, honesty and heart for anyone who has ever questioned the price of perfection.
The perfect present for readers who want:
- Books featuring anxiety for teens
- Queer romance
- Gay young adult fiction
- Jewish representation
Praise for You Asked for Perfect:
An ALA Rainbow List Pick
2019 Books All Georgians Should Read List
2020 Georgia Author of the Year Awards Nominee
Chicago Public Library's Best Fiction for Older Readers List
"Who can resist a heartfelt romance?"—Booklist
"Silverman's novel hit me straight in the heart… It was powerful enough to make me want to be a better—yet still imperfect—person."—Bill Konigsberg, author of The Music of What Happens
"A coming-of-age novel that will charm readers with its relatable and diverse characters, quirky storyline, and interweaving of faith, queerness, and the everyday lives of seniors navigating the pressures of college applications, grades, and relationships. Heartwarming and engaging."—Kirkus
Laura Silverman
Laura Silverman is a writer, editor, and publishing consultant. She is a lover of all things bookish. Silverman suffers from chronic pain and currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia. You can follow her on Twitter @LJSilverman1.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5As someone who had a shit high school experience, very similar to Ariel, I realyyyyyyy enjoyed this book.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Well written, this short novel kept me moving and was realistic enough to cause some unpleasant flashbacks to my time in highschool. The characters were very relatable (I kept saying "Aww" out loud as a I read), but the plot was a bit formulaic, and the resolution in particular seemed a bit rushed and Hollywood. Still, an enjoyable read!
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The perfect YA book about an oft-overlooked form of pressure.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5I was never a super-dedicated student, but I had friends who were. (I’m looking at you Kim and Val). Ariel is super dedicated. He has his life scheduled to the moment: quizzes, extra projects, orchestra, volunteer work, planning to become Valedictorian and contemplating his answers for his interview with Harvard.
Ariel is out (he’s bisexual) to his loving Jewish family…but he hasn’t got time for dating or having a relationship! There’s no place left for having fun.
Then the unthinkable happens and Ariel fails a Calculus quiz. After a panic fueled visit to the guidance counselor, he asks family friend and classmate, Amir to tutor him. He’s known Amir most of his life but they’ve never hung out; it’s just one of those things.
It only takes a couple of study sessions for Ariel to realize there’s a spark between them. The problem is that Ariel’s life is already full and things are starting to fray at the edges. He gets a C on an English paper, lets down his best friend then forgets to go to his new boyfriend’s art show. When his little sister Rachel ends up in the emergency room because of stress, things truly begin to unravel.
The short of it is that there isn’t enough of Ariel to go around. While he does his best to hide it, he’s ashamed, frantic and spiraling out of control.
This story is a reminder that there are much more important things in our lives than schools and grades. We all have to fight our way through things to measure what’s of value to us.
Is it family? Friends? Music? Playing soccer with your little sister?
This is a book about finding your way back to the things that are truly important, the things that make us who we are. - Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5*4.5 starsWhile the plot dragged a little in spots and the writing style took me a second to get into, I really enjoyed the overall theme and I relate a lot to Ariel. The entire time I was reading this I just wanted to wrap him up in a blanket and make him a soothing cup of tea before forcing him to take a 7 hour nap. The talk about college and the pressure high schoolers are under to be perfect enough to get into a good school so they can get a good job and be successful and happy is so important and I am so happy to see it reflected more in books these days. School stress affects a lot of people, it can seriously impact your health and cause a lot of problems, and learning how to deal with that becomes an important theme of these book. I think a lot of high schoolers (and even college students) could definitely benefit from reading this story.Side note: I'm not the only one who wanted to shove radio silence at Ariel and force him to read it, am I? Because I definitely did.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Senior Ariel Stone is the perfect college applicant: first chair violin, dedicated community volunteer, and expected valedictorian. He works hard - really hard - to make his life look effortless. A failed Calculus quiz is not part of that plan. Not when he’s number one. Not when his peers can smell weakness like a freshman’s body spray. Figuring a few all-nighters will preserve his class rank, Ariel throws himself into studying. His friends will understand if he skips a few plans, and he can sleep when he graduates. Except Ariel’s grade continues to slide. Reluctantly, he gets a tutor. Amir and Ariel have never gotten along, but Amir excels in Calculus, and Ariel is out of options.Ariel may not like Calc, but he might like Amir. Except adding a new relationship to his long list of commitments may just push him past his limit.Where do I even start with this book? How do I even begin to accurately explain to you how much this story struck me right in the heart? As readers, we talk about representation in books all the time. I know that I'm always looking for little pieces of myself in the stories that I read. In this case, Laura Silverman hit the overachiever/stress level through the roof nail directly on the head, and this book didn't just speak to me, it yelled at me. I won't even lie, this will be a super biased review. It's only fair of me to tell you that right off the bat. I loved Ariel, because I understood Ariel. I used to be Ariel. So this book wasn't just another amazing story that I smiled, sighed and sobbed through. This was personal, and I loved every single minute of it.It's always refreshing to see realistic characters in stories, especially stories about high school. From the moment I met Ariel, and started to really feel the pressure that he was under, I immediately formed a bond with him. Silverman doesn't just explain the type of stress that Ariel subjects himself to. Oh, no. Ariel's feelings, especially his immense need to succeed, are palpable in this book. The chapters where things started to get really heavy, and the supposedly perfect tower that our main character had built for himself began to wobble, I could literally feel the pressure pushing down on my shoulders. This book can, admittedly, be a stressful read at times. If you've ever been in Ariel's shoes, like I have, you might feel slightly uncomfortable in certain chapters. That's the beauty of this story though. It completely immerses you and, before you know it, you're so involved that the pages just fly by.Now, lest you think that this book is all stressful doom and gloom, I can assure you that there is plenty of levity here too. It's been a long time since I read a sweeter romance than this one, and I have no complaints at all. In fact, you should know that I audibly sighed more than once while reading this. A good sigh, mind you. The contented kind, that happens because what is written on the page is just too perfect and pure for any words to describe. Tears happened during this story too, both sweet ones and sad ones. Much like real life, the events in this story are a nice mix of good and bad. A beautiful balancing act, that never really feels weighted one way or the other. When Amir and Ariel were together, life was good. Things were sweet, and I was a happy reader. When they were apart? Well, you get the picture. Just trust me when I say that you'll be just as invested in their relationship as I was. Oh, and I could gush for ages about all the other relationships that are present in this book. Somehow this book feels too short, and yet manages to fit discussions on familial relationships, and friendships. There's even a look at the way that religion can help a young person really connect to others and themselves.If I tried to fairly explain to you everything that is wrapped up in You Asked For Perfect, this review would be so long that you wouldn't read it. So, I'll tidy things up and just tell you that it's essential that you read this book. I don't hand out five star reviews lightly. A book has to really strike a chord with me. Laura Silverman's gorgeously written story did exactly that. This should be required reading for students in high school, especially those who are like Ariel and forget about the balance that we all need in life. Read this. Put it in the hands of others. It's absolutely worth your time.
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Names: Silverman, Laura, author.
Title: You asked for perfect / Laura Silverman.
Description: Naperville, Illinois : Sourcebooks Fire, [2019] | Summary: Ariel Stone is the perfect college applicant until a failed Calculus quiz sends his grades into a tailspin that can only be halted by a handsome tutor, but adding a burgeoning romance to his other commitments may push Ariel past his limit.
Identifiers: LCCN 2018041050
Subjects: | CYAC: Academic achievement--Fiction. | Perfectionism (Personality trait)--Fiction. | Dating (Social customs)--Fiction. | Homosexuality--Fiction. | High schools--Fiction. | Schools--Fiction. | Jews--United States--Fiction. | Muslims--United States--Fiction.
Classification: LCC PZ7.1.S543 Yo 2019 | DDC [Fic]--dc23
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Contents
Front Cover
Title Page
Copyright
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Author’s Note
Recipe
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Back Cover
For Raya Siddiqi—
You brightened up my life.
Rest easy, sweet girl.
One
My feet pound the ground, and sweat drips down my face. With four miles down and one to go, I ease my pace to a comfortable jog and switch from my Crime and Punishment audiobook to The Who. All around me, the neighborhood yawns awake, people walking dogs and piling their kids into cars. The sun, which was creeping out of darkness when I left home, now lounges low in the sky.
Finally, I make it back to my driveway. Breathing hard, I massage a stitch in my side and check my phone to find I ran a minute faster than average. Nice. I crack my neck, then head into the house. Mom left early this morning. She’s a journalist for the Atlanta Standard and was muttering something about a two-faced politician as she rushed to get ready. And my sister is already at elementary school, so Dad and I are the only ones home.
I find him futzing around in the kitchen, already dressed for work in gray slacks and a lavender button-up. Morning, Ariel!
He spins to face me. His hair, dark and curly like mine, probably should’ve been cut weeks ago. Eggs? Oatmeal? Smoothie?
Smoothie would be awesome,
I say. Shower. Be back down in a minute.
You can take five minutes if you want!
he shouts after me as I climb the stairs two at a time. In my bathroom, I strip then step into the shower. Icy water blasts me before it has a chance to warm, and my muscles protest the cold. Crap, stretches,
I mutter.
I press both palms against the shower wall and stagger my legs, bending my right knee and extending my left calf. As the water warms up and cascades over me, I bow my head, taking a few long breaths and stilling for a moment. But then it’s time to switch legs, then time for my quads. I wash quickly after.
A few minutes later, I’m back in the kitchen, a bit uncomfortable in damp jeans and holding my Fleetwood Mac T-shirt so it doesn’t also get wet.
New look for school?
Dad asks, sliding a berry smoothie across the counter. He’s drinking a kale one. Nasty.
Yeah, all the cool kids are going shirtless these days.
I climb onto the stool at the breakfast bar. My calculus textbook is on the counter, notebook wedged between the pages. I open it with one hand while checking my phone with the other. Water from my damp hair drips down my neck as I read a message from Sook, my best friend.
Running five minutes late
I text back: No problem
And it isn’t a problem. She’s always late. I’d only be screwed if she got here on time. I copy a problem down in my notebook. Usually I do well in math, but there’s a long summer between Calculus AB and BC, so it’s hard remembering old material.
Any plans for the weekend?
Dad asks.
I register the question in the back of my head as I stare at my notebook. Um, usual, I guess.
We have synagogue tomorrow. And your sister’s soccer game is Sunday. Should we make signs since it’s the first game of the year? Embarrass her a bit?
My pencil inches down the page. Crap. What’s the next step again? There’s a quiz today. I thought I had this down last night. I glance back at the book, while grabbing my graphing calculator. I already did—
Ariel, signs? What do you think?
Huh?
Dad stares at me like I came from an alien planet and not his own sperm. You know,
he says, I read an article that said too much studying is detrimental to learning.
I don’t study too much,
I reply. Besides, you were the one up at midnight working last night.
"Yes, but I’m an adult, and my brain is already developed. Can I at least help you out with anything?"
I’m good, Dad.
Workaholics shouldn’t try to convince other people to work less. Dad is a civil rights attorney, and he’s been known to disappear until three in the morning to work on a case.
If he can stay up late, so can I. Besides, it’s just sleep. It’s not like I’m taking pills to stay up like some kids at school. That stuff is dangerous.
Drink your smoothie,
Dad says.
I am.
I glance at the glass. It’s full.
Dad raises an eyebrow.
I take a sip as my phone buzzes. An email from my safety school. Seems like a mass email, but better safe than sorry. I save it to my college applications folder, then tap my calendar to stare at the only date that really matters. November 1, less than two months from now, when my Harvard application is due.
My phone buzzes again.
Sook: I’m here
I slap my textbook closed and shove everything into my bag. See you tonight,
I tell Dad, sliding off the stool.
Ariel, smoothie. Please?
Crap. Forgot. My stomach growls. I pick up the cup, push the straw aside, and chug the whole thing. Ugh.
I squeeze my eyes shut. Brain freeze.
I’m heading out the front door when Dad’s voice calls out again. "Ariel. Shirt!"
I glance down at my bare chest. Oops.
* * *
Coffee?
Sook asks, passing me a cup of Dunkin’ Donuts.
You are
—I crack a giant yawn—"the best."
This is true.
She grins at me.
My best friend is beautiful, warm eyes and smooth skin. She’s chubby, her soft white shirt hugging her stomach, and her nails are coated in pink polish. She flips her hair over her shoulder and puts the car into drive.
I groan in comfort as I sink down into her leather bucket seats. Sook’s car costs more than the ones my parents drive combined, and I’m not complaining. She drives me to school every morning since there aren’t enough parking spots for all the students. I open CalcU, an app with practice problems and tutorials. My eyes run over the formulas.
Test today?
Sook asks.
Nah, calc quiz,
I say. What about you?
I don’t think so?
She shrugs. I left my planner at school, so I might be forgetting something.
Sook and I have been best friends since sixth grade, when we were placed on the same advanced math track. Back then, she went by her full Korean name, Eun-Sook.
We were precocious little kids
according to my dad (bratty little shits
if you ask Sook). We bonded over our mutual drive to be the smartest kids in the class, but these days Sook cares more about her band, Dizzy Daisies, than her grades.
Oh my god,
Sook says, turning up the volume. You’ve got to listen to this song.
A gentle acoustic intro builds up to a harder, defiant sound as the drums enter. I nod along. Pretty good.
"Pretty good? Try incredible. The band is called Carousels, and their lead singer Clarissa is a genius. And also basically the hottest person. Like, absurdly hot. I want to be her, and I want to be with her."
I laugh. "Good luck with that. Where does she live? How old is she?"
She’s a freshman at the University of Georgia, so only a couple of hours away. Hey, you never know.
She turns up the volume more. God, her voice is everything.
It is,
I agree. Clarissa’s voice is grit and fluidity all at once. I glance back at the CalcU app and pick a walk-through problem.
Maybe we could road-trip to Athens, go see one of her shows,
Sook says.
I narrow my eyes. But wait, why would the equation…
What do you think?
Sook asks.
Yeah,
I say, eyes on my phone. Maybe.
* * *
Ten minutes later, I’m walking into class.
Morning, Ariel,
Pari says, as I slide into my seat in the back row. She spins in her desk to talk to me, eyes bright. Her dark hair is pulled back in a ponytail, and she’s wearing leggings and an orchestra T-shirt.
Pari Shah is my sworn enemy. Okay, not really. We’re actually friends. But for years we’ve been competing for both first chair violin and the valedictorian spot. I won the chair, and it looks like I’ll also be valedictorian.
At Etta Fields High School, becoming valedictorian is more complicated than perfect grades. We have weighted GPAs, so we earn extra points for AP courses, a 5.0 instead of a 4.0 for an A. The path to the top depends not only on the grades but also on signing up for the right classes.
I edged out ahead of Pari last year when I discovered I could sign up for online AP computer science. It was a monster of a class, but because my high school counts online course grades into our GPAs, it gave me the extra weight to outstrip Pari. I didn’t tell her about the class until the registration deadline passed. Vicious. But I’m sure she would’ve done the same. We both knew one of us would have to win eventually. I’m not going to apologize for being the one to come out on top.
How’s it going?
she asks.
I nod. Pretty good. You?
Good! Well, mostly. I forgot about the quiz until this morning.
She laughs. I guess I have senioritis after all.
Hah, yeah,
I say. It gets to all of us.
But I eye her with skepticism. There’s this thing some AP kids do. We act like we don’t care, like those perfect grades appear without effort. We pretend to study only in the five minutes before class, and we shrug our shoulders when teachers hand back tests with As scrawled across the top.
But we also make sure to keep those tests flipped up on our desks, so everyone can see how smart we are and just how naturally it comes.
In a way, it started in truth. I used to get good grades with minimal effort. And I bought into the hype, thought I was awesome. But then the AP classes stacked up. And as the work pressed down on me, I saw through my own bullshit. No one just gets As in all their classes. It’s a lie we were telling each other and ourselves.
Pari sneezes, a tiny sneeze. It’s kind of cute. I’ve always thought she was attractive: petite with warm brown skin and quick with a sly comment. But even though I’m attracted to guys and girls, I could never date Pari. She’s too similar to me. Too competitive. Too calculating. And I have zero interest in dating myself.
Gesundheit,
I say.
She smiles. Thanks.
The bell rings. Our teacher Mr. Eller enters the room. Amir Naeem walks in right behind him. Our eyes connect for a second as he heads to the back row and slides into the desk next to mine. I was surprised he picked this spot on the first day of class, but it is the closest to the window.
I’ve known Amir forever. Our little sisters are best friends, so I’ve spent countless family dinners and holidays with him, but we’ve never clicked. When our families are together, he sits in silence, scrolling on his phone. And he carries his camera everywhere, like the world will end if he doesn’t capture a shot of a scavenging bird in the courtyard. Also he only dates older guys. He probably thinks the ones in our grade aren’t cool enough for him.
It’s just hard to relate to someone who works so hard to be unrelatable.
My gaze flicks over his fitted jeans and plain white V-neck before focusing on my desk. It hasn’t escaped my notice that his once-gawky body has filled out with lean muscles.
I shake my head as the second bell rings. Okay, everyone!
Mr. Eller calls for our attention. Phones and books away. Hope you studied!
Quizzes pass down the aisles. One lands on my desk. Twenty minutes,
Mr. Eller says.
I scan the page. Only ten problems. My shoulders tense. When it comes to keeping a perfect GPA, less isn’t more. Ten problems mean I can only get one wrong if I want an A.
I want an A.
My pencil wavers above the paper. I take a tight breath and glance around the room. Heads are bent, hands writing.
It’s only a quiz…
How much are quizzes worth in this class? I close my eyes and try to visualize the syllabus. Ten percent? Fifteen? I can’t remember. Someone coughs in the front of the room.
Okay, I studied. It’s fine.
I start working on the first problem, hesitating a bit at each step, double-checking every number. I’m forgetting something. Am I forgetting something? I rub my eyes. I should’ve slept more.
Pari leans back in her chair. My heart skips a beat. For a moment, I think she’s already finished, but she’s just stretching.
My pulse thuds in my ears. Light yet piercing like the Mozart piece we’re playing in orchestra. All around me, everyone scribbles on the page. Pari stretches again. In the seat next to her, her boyfriend, Isaac, flexes the stress ball he always has out during tests. Amir yawns and scratches his dark stubble.
I can do this. I have to do this.
I crack my knuckles. I crack my neck.
Then I bring my pencil back to the page and pick up the pace. With each answer, I gain confidence. It was beginning-of-semester nerves, nothing more. I’ve got this. I’ve always got this.
I finish the quiz with time to spare, then lean back and exhale. My right hand shakes lightly. I breathe again. Relax. Less than a year to go. Almost there.
Mr. Eller calls, Time. Pencils down.
I go to pass up my paper, but he turns on an ancient projector. Switch quizzes with the person next to you.
Next to me. The two girls on my right switch papers,