Charlie David, 2009. This first novel feels autobiographical, and while I can understand the urge to fictionalize one’s life and jazz it up somewhat, I think that urge should be resisted. Boy Midflight illustrates why: most people’s lives simply aren’t that interesting. The novel follows 19-year-old Ashley, a gay model (the author’s an actor), through a few months of clubbing and trying to get laid. At the end he falls in love. Boring, and the writing doesn’t help; Mr. David should stick to acting. Still, this book’s salacious cover and low page count might put it in the hands of reluctant gay readers. The cover is probably too much for most school libraries, but some publics with very high demand for gay fiction might want to pick this up.