MAKE THE FIREFLIES DANCE

After a magical kiss with a mystery boy, a girl goes on dates to try to uncover his identity.

It’s senior year, and Quincy, a White girl, is working on shooting a movie as a project for her film class. After receiving a surprise kiss in a dark movie theater from an unknown boy who doesn’t offer his name, the search for him becomes a distraction. Her friends execute Operation Mystery Kisser, setting her up on dates with the boys who were present that evening and are possible candidates. With classmate Kenyon, one of them, she finds romance, forcing her to question whether she already has what she wants right in front of her and whether the search for the anonymous boy who gave her that perfect kiss is worth pursuing. There are plenty of complex and vulnerable moments in the story. Quincy lost her mother in a tragic accident; this loss and tension with her older brother give her realistic depth. Kenyon, whose mother is implied White and whose father was adopted from Vietnam, is a three-dimensional love interest. The relatively robust character development makes the mystery kiss as catalyst ultimately feel like a letdown, particularly in a climate of growing awareness of the importance of consent, a subject that is not addressed. The treatment of that key detail is ultimately unsatisfying and problematic.

A questionable central plot point holds back this otherwise enjoyable read.