But beyond that, there’s a complexity to this book as well. One Last Stop is a sweet love story filled with exquisite yearning and stolen kisses, and like many readers will do, I lost my heart to Jane. She’s been displaced from the 1970s by mysterious means.

Incidentally, the Q is the only place where August can be with Jane because Jane is lost-in time. And ends up finding an unexpected community in her quirky roommates and coworkers and unexpected love from beautiful punk rocker Jane Su, whom she meets on the Q train subway line. In Casey McQuiston’s One Last Stop, the misfits and outcasts are drawn together because of-not in spite of-their differences, which include sexual orientation, gender identity, religion, and race, among other things, and I didn’t want to leave that found family behind when I reached the last page.Īn expert in finding missing persons, twenty-three-year-old August moves to New York City to find herself. As a result, I’ve spent a great deal of my life yearning for a sense of belonging. That feeling didn’t entirely go away at home either, because my mom, grandma, older siblings, and enormous extended family were pure Asian.

Growing up mixed-race in suburban Minnesota, I always felt painfully different from my Caucasian peers.

One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston