Freedom in Falling has a trope I don’t see often enough – prickly meets a different kind of prickly. West is the more traditionally prickly – grumpy and tightly wound. He keeps people at bay with frowns and coldness. Noah is prickly sunshine. He keeps people at a distance with bright colors, a performance of arrogance, and being kind of an asshole. Both of them are really soft disaster anxiety babies. I liked the way J. Emery unfolded their relationship – from the meet-disaster to […]
Because when you’re in a room, you’re the only thing I want to look at.
Freedom in Falling by J. Emery





