Both sets of Detroiters adult siblings constantly trying to kill each other is so funny. Trevor wearing a Slipknot mask and Chrissy’s pajamas while punching Tim and screaming “make me pregnant! give me a son!” cracked me up so bad.

And then of course immediately gasping at someone else’s outburst with “I used to be harsh myself” - oh he really is just like me.

This is another consequence of the colonization of New Adult, esp of the romantasy variety, into YA. Publishers aren't just selling YA to adults, they're selling YA to adult women (usually cisallohet and white). That category doesn't want a book about 14yo boys playing basketball. My teen boys do.