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Cinderella goes to the con in this fandom-fueled twist on the classic fairy tale romance—now in paperback, with a special Starfield bonus scene!

Part romance, part love letter to nerd culture, and all totally adorbs, Geekerella is a fairy tale for anyone who believes in the magic of fandom. Geek girl Elle Wittimer lives and breathes Starfield, the classic sci-fi series she grew up watching with her late father. So when she sees a cosplay contest for a new Starfield movie, she has to enter. The prize? An invitation to the ExcelsiCon Cosplay Ball, and a meet-and-greet with the actor slated to play Federation Prince Carmindor in the reboot. With savings from her gig at the Magic Pumpkin food truck (and her dad’s old costume), Elle’s determined to win…unless her stepsisters get there first.

Teen actor Darien Freeman used to live for cons—before he was famous. Now they’re nothing but autographs and awkward meet-and-greets. Playing Carmindor is all he’s ever wanted, but the Starfield fandom has written him off as just another dumb heartthrob. As ExcelsiCon draws near, Darien feels more and more like a fake—until he meets a girl who shows him otherwise.

Review

Spring 2017 Kids Indie Next List Pick
2017 Goodreads Choice Award finalist for Best Young Adult Fiction
Named to Seventeen''s 2017 "12 Life-Changing Books You Have to Read This Summer" List

Geekerella has ‘must-read’ written all over it. A fun romantic comedy with coming-of-age sensibilities and authentically voiced teens, this novel hits all the YA book-love buttons.  Geekerella is simply delightful.”— USA Today''s Happy Ever After

“Fairytale and fandom collide in this sweet, heartfelt, entertaining rom-com.”— Bustle

“A legit love letter to geekdom.” —Paste Magazine

“Pay attention, fangirls, because Ashley Poston’s  Geekerella is about to be your favorite YA romance.”— Sweety High   

“The geekiest spin on Cinderella you''ll ever read.”— Hypable

“Geeks and non-geeks will discover their inner fangirl when they fall for this fan-tastic book that celebrates fan-doms, fan-tasy, and ''shipworthy romance’.”— Justine

“This geeky twist on a classic Cinderella story is honestly the most adorable thing ever!” Her Campus

“This charming and funny twist on Cinderella is the perfect YA fandom fairytale.” — BNTeen blog

“With geekily adorable characters, a show that’s part  Star Trek and part  Firefly, a cosplay contest, and a food truck fairy godmother, this is a love letter to fandom. Required reading for geeks everywhere.”— Booklist 

“A celebration of fandom and happily ever afters, this feel-good reimagining hits all the right notes.” Publishers Weekly

About the Author

Ashley Poston is the author of Geekerella (Quirk Books, 2017) and Heart of Iron (HarperCollins, 2018). She loves dread pirates, moving castles, and starry night skies. When not lost in a book, she''s lost in real life, searching for her next great adventure.

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The stepmonster is at it again.
     Raffles, discount coupons, and magazine sweepstakes lay strewn across the kitchen table. My stepmom sits straight-backed in one of the creaky wooden chairs, delicately cutting out another coupon, dyed blonde hair piled on top of her head in perfect ringlets, lipstick the color of men’s heartblood. Her white blouse is spotless, her dark pencil skirt neatly ironed. She must have a meeting with a potential client today.
     “Sweetie, a little faster this morning.” She snaps her fingers for me to hurry up.
     I shuffle over to the counter and pry open the coffee tin. The smell is strong and cheap—the only kind I was raised on. Which is all the better, seeing as we can’t afford expensive coffee, although I know that never stops the stepmonster from ordering her double-shot dirty chai soy latte no whip every morning and charging it to one of her dozens of credit cards.
     Catherine—my stepmom—picks up another magazine to cut. “No carbs this morning. I’m feeling bloated and I have a meeting with a couple this afternoon. Big wedding plans. She’s a debutante, if you could believe that!”
     In Charleston? I can believe it. Everyone’s either a debutante, a Daughter of the Confederacy, or a politician’s kid—Thornhill or Fishburne or Van Noy or Pickney or a handful of old Charlestonian
names. And I couldn’t care less.
     I dump two scoops of coffee into the machine—plus an extra one for good measure. It feels like a three-scoop kind of day. Maybe adding more caffeine to their morning will get my stepmother and the twins out before nine. That’s not too much to wish for, is it?
     I glance up at the clock on the microwave. 8:24 a.m. Unless the twins start moving at warp speed, I’ll be cutting it real close. I say a silent prayer to the Lord of Light or Q or whoever is listening: Please, for once, let the stepmonster and the twins leave the house on timeStarfield history will be made today at 9 a.m. sharp on Hello, America, and I won’t miss it. I refuse. Finally, after years of delays and director changes and distribution snafus, the movie is happening—a reboot, but beggars can’t be choosers—and today they’re making the long-awaited announcement of the official film platform. The lead actors, the plot, everything. I’ve missed Starfield marathons and midnight rereleases of the final episode in theaters and convention appearances because of Catherine and the twins, but I’m not missing this.
     “They want to say their vows under the magnolia trees at Boone Hall Plantation,” Catherine goes on. “You know, ever since Ryan Reynolds and his wife got married there, that place is always booked.” Catherine is a wedding planner. I’ve watched her spend entire weekends hand-sewing sequins onto table toppers and hand-pressing invitations at the print shop downtown. The way she plans a venue, down to the type of cloth on the tables and the color of flowers in the vases, making every wedding look like a magical land of unicorns. You’d think she does it because of her own happily-ever-after cut short, but that’s a lie. She wants her weddings in Vogue and InStyle, the kind you Instagram and Pinterest a hundred times over. She wants the renown of it, and she’s sunk all of Dad’s life insurance payout into her business. Well, her business and everything she claims is “essential” to her “image.”
     “I want to at least look like I shop at Tiffany’s,” she says, talking more to herself than to me.
It’s the same spiel again and again. How she used to shop at Tiffany’s. How she used to attend galas at Boone Hall Plantation. How she used to be happily married with two wonderful daughters. She never mentions me, her stepdaughter.
     Catherine finishes cutting her coupon with a sigh. “But that was all  before. Before your father left me and the twins here in this dreadful little house.”
     And there it is. Like it’s my fault that she’s blown all her savings. Like it’s Dad’s fault. I take out Dad’s Starfield  mug—the only thing left of his in our house—and pour myself a cup of coffee.
     Outside, the neighbor’s dog begins to bark at a passing track-suited jogger. We live on the outskirts of the famous historical district, the house not quite old enough to be a tourist attraction but not new enough to be renovated—not that we could afford it anyway. Two streets over and you run into the College of Charleston. Our house was one of the last ones left after Hurricane Hugo decimated the coast of South Carolina before I was born. The house has its leaks, but all good and old things do. I’ve lived here my whole life. I don’t know anything else. 
     Catherine absolutely hates it.
     The coffee smell is rich and nutty. I take a sip, and I almost melt. It’s heaven. Catherine clears her throat, and I pour coffee into her favorite mug: white with pink flowers. Two sugars (the only sweetness she splurges on each day), lightly stirred, with three ice cubes.
     She takes it without even looking up from her magazine. And then, when the neighbor dog lets out a sharp howl, she sets down her cup. “You would think dogs would learn when to shut up. Giorgio has enough on his plate without that dog barking.”
     Catherine likes to pretend she’s on a first-name basis with everyone, but especially people she deems important. Mr. Ramirez—Giorgio—is a banker, which means he has a lot of money, which means he’s an influential part of the country club, which means he’s important.
     “If it doesn’t shut up soon,” she goes on in that cool, detached voice of hers, “I’ll muzzle it myself.”
     “His name’s Franco,” I remind her. “And he doesn’t like being tied up.”
     “Well, we all must get used to disappointment,” she replies, and takes another sip of coffee. Her blood-colored lips turn into a scowl and she shoves the mug back at me. “Too bitter. Try again.”
     Begrudgingly, I put in another cube of ice to water it down. She takes the coffee and tries another sip. It must be sufficiently soulless, because she sets it down beside her stack of coupons and goes back to scanning the gossip column in her magazine.
     “ Well?” She prods.
     I hesitate, looking from her coffee to her, wondering if I’ve forgotten something. I’ve been doing this for seven years—I don’t think I’m missing anything.
     Outside, the dog gives a pitiful howl. Oh.
     She raises a pencil-thin eyebrow. “How am I supposed to have a calm morning with that racket?” she goes on in that overworked, all-knowing voice of hers. “If Robin was still here . . .”
     I glance back at her. Open my mouth. Begin to say that I miss Dad too. I want him here too—but something stops me. Or I stop myself. I blame it on the lack of coffee. One sip doesn’t give you the insta-courage a cup does. Besides, I’m not trying to make Catherine mad. I’m trying to get her caffeinated, placated, and out the door.
     She flips the page in her magazine and picks up the scissors again to cut out a coupon for a winter coat. It’s June. In South Carolina. But then Catherine clears her throat. “Danielle, do something to get
that mutt to quiet down.”
     “But—”
     “ Now,” Catherine says, flicking her hand for me to hurry up.
     “Sure, my queen,” I mutter under my breath. While Catherine puts down her coupons and picks up an article about Jessica Stone’s latest red carpet look, I slip last night’s steak tips out of the fridge and hurry through the back door.
     Poor Franco sits in the mud outside of his doghouse, thumping his tail in a puddle. He looks at me through the broken slat in the fence, a muddy brown Dachshund in a dirty red collar. It rained last night and his doghouse flooded, just like I told Mr. Ramirez—sorry, Giorgio—it would.
     Mr. Ramirez brought Franco home a few weeks after he married his second ex-wife, I guess as a dry run for having a kid. But since his divorce a few years ago, he pretty much lives at work, so Franco is this forgotten idea that never panned out, with the flooded doghouse to prove it. At least the poor Frank can float.
     I slide the container through the slat and rub the dog behind the ears, slathering my fingertips in mud. “You’re a good boy, yes you are! Once I save up enough, I’ll spring the both of us out of here. Whatcha think of that, copilot?” His tail pat-pats excitedly in the mud. “I’ll even get us matching sunglasses. The whole nine yards.”
     Franco’s tongue lolls out of the side of his mouth in agreement. Maybe they don’t even make doggy sunglasses, but for a while I’ve had this picture in my head: me and Franco crammed into a beat-up car, heading out on the only highway out of town—wearing sunglasses, of course—and headed straight for L.A.
     Ever since I can remember, my fingers have itched to make things. To write. I have filled journals, finished fanfics, escaped again and again into the pages of someone else’s life. If Dad was right—if I could do anything, be anyone —I would make a show like Starfield and tell other weird kids that they aren’t alone. And after next year—my senior year—I’m going to do it. Or start to. Study screenwriting. Write scripts. I’ve already got a portfolio, kind of. Right now I satisfy my need to write by blogging on my site Rebelgunner, where I cover the one thing I know for certain: Starfield. That and the money I’m scraping together from my job at the food truck are gonna be my ticket out of here. One day.
     “Danielle!” my stepmom screeches from the kitchen window.
     I push the steak tips under the fence and Franco dives headfirst into the bowl.
     “Maybe in another universe, boy,” I whisper. “Because for now, my home is here.”
     This place is too full of memories to leave, even if I wanted to. Dad technically left the house to me, but Catherine’s in charge of it while I’m still a minor. So until then—
     “ Danielle!
     Until then I’m here with my stepmother and her daughters. 
     “All right! Coming!” With one last scratch behind Frank’s ear, I say goodbye, make a mental note to return later for the dish, and dart back to the kitchen.
     “Girls!” Catherine calls again, slinging a Gucci purse over her shoulder. “Hurry up or you’ll be late for Mr. Craig’s lesson! Girls? Girls! You better be awake or so help me I’ll . . .” Her footsteps thud up to their room and I glance at the clock. 8:36. There’s no way they’ll be out of here in time. Not unless I speed things along.
     Begrudgingly, I assemble kale and strawberries and almond milk to fix the twins’ morning smoothies. Catherine has, of course, left her magazine splayed on the counter, so Darien Freeman’s face is grinning up at me. My lips curl into a sneer. There were rumors that he had signed on to the new Starfield remake, but that’s about as big of a joke as saying Carmindor will be played by a pug riding a skateboard. You don’t put a soap opera star in charge of an entire galaxy.
     Ugh. I press blend and try not to think about it.
     Upstairs, there are muffled thumps as Catherine drags the twins out of bed. This happens every morning, like clockwork.
     My summertime morning routine goes like this: Wake up—coffee, extra scoop for Mondays. Catherine stoops over the morning papers, cutting out coupons. Lingers too long on purses and pretty dresses. Says something passive-aggressive about her old life. Orders me to fix breakfast. Instead, I feed the Frank. Catherine goes upstairs to yell at the twins for “forgetting” to set their alarms. I still don’t fix breakfast. Ten minutes later, the twins are fighting over the shower, and Catherine reminds me that she is the one with the deed to the house, Danielle, and unless I want her to cash in this place for a luxury condo —as if this house would ever get that much—I had better fix breakfast. So I blend up their Grinch vomit, the twins grab their matching tumblers, and Catherine shoves them out the door for tennis lessons.
     The rest of my day is never much better. I’ll be five minutes late to work, but my coworker Sage—the food-truck owner’s daughter—is too engrossed in her Harajuku fashion magazines to even notice. Then it’s eight hours in the Magic Pumpkin, doling out healthy food-truck fritters to bankers in tight business suits and soccer moms with babies bouncing on their hips. Then I’m elbowing my way through the supermarket armed with coupons that make the cashier roll her eyes when I get in line (everyone hates coupons). Then home again for “family dinner,” made by me. Cue the twins’ mean comments on my cooking, then their disappearance upstairs to film a beauty vlog about the perfect cat eye or best eyeshadow pairing with ruby lips or whatever. Then dishes, leftovers, one last check on Franco, and bed.
     Well, sorta. Then late-night reruns of Starfield on my Dad’s boxy TV in the corner of my room. Maybe I write a blog post about the episode, if I’m feeling inspired. Check all my Stargunner fansites for news. I fall asleep to the Federation Prince’s voice. “ Look to the stars. Aim. Ignite.
     The next morning I wake up, and we do everything all over again. But this time—plot twist!—I get to work on time. Maybe Sage actually talks to me for once. Maybe the twins are nice. Maybe someone stuffs two airplane tickets to L.A. into the tip jar. Maybe I write a love-letter to episode 43 instead of criticizing the integrity of the characters as the colony blows up. Maybe I dream about Dad.
     The blender growls as though it’s in pain. I let it rest and shake the kale smoothie into two separate tumblers, nervously glancing at the microwave clock. 8:41 a.m.
     After sliding the twins’ breakfasts across the counter like the seasoned food service employee I am, I root around in the cabinet for the jar of peanut butter I tucked away last night. I protect my peanut butter like Smeagol protects the One Ring— mine, precious—no matter what diet “we” are on as a household.  Right now, Catherine’s on a paleo kick, but last month it was raw foods. Before that South Beach—or was it Atkins? Something with bacon. Next week will be low-fat or low-salt or...whatever she’s craving. Whatever food she can make me make by threatening to sell this house—Dad’s house.
     I scrape out the last bit of peanut butter from the bottom of the jar, savoring its taste on my tongue. I take my victories wherever I can get them.
     Upstairs, the shower turns off with a groaning of pipes. Finally. The twins are taking their sweet time this morning. Usually they enjoy tennis practice at the country club because their friends are always there. It’s the hangout spot if you’re popular and rich. As for me? Catherine’s always not-so-subtly insisting that the only thing I’m fit for at the club is toting someone’s golf clubs.
     I dispose of the peanut butter jar in the garbage and check my indestructible brick phone, which I “inherited” after Dad died. Another grand idea from the stepmonster, another way to save the money we barely have: the twins were allowed to buy new ones, but if I wanted a phone, I had to take what I could find in the house. It’s huge—you can practically fend off a ship full of Reavers with it—but at least it tells the time.
     8:43 a.m. Can’t they leave any sooner? Just once. Just once be out of the house by 9 a.m.
     They’re upstairs, but Chloe’s nasally voice can be heard clear as a bell. “But, Mom, Darien Freeman’s going to be on TV this morning! I will not miss that.”
     My heart sinks. If Chloe commandeers the TV, there’s no way I’ll get to watch Hello, America.
     “We can be a few minutes late,” echoes Calliope. Cal sides with Chloe on everything. They’re the same age as I am—rising seniors—but we might as well be on different planets. Chloe and Calliope are starters on the varsity tennis team. Organizers of the homecoming committee. Prom leaders. And they don’t mind using their popularity to remind everyone at school that I’m practically dirt. That without their family, I’d be an orphan.
     Thanks. Like I could forget that.
     “We can’t miss this,” Chloe says. “We have to watch it and vlog about it or everyone  else will get their reactions up before us. And that would kill us, Mom. It would kill us.”
     “Sweeties, I’m paying Mr. Craig a handsome tuition to teach you girls tennis. I am not wasting your varsity positions next year for a television program!” Catherine descends the stairs and reenters the kitchen, rustling through her purse. “Danielle, have you seen my cell phone?” 
     I reach over the counter to unhook it from the wall charger. “Here it is.”
     “Now why did you put it there?” She takes the phone from me without a second glance and begins scrolling through her Facebook feed. “Oh,” she adds, “and remember, tomorrow is—”
     “Yeah,” I say. “I know.” Like I’d forget the day my own father died. “Should I get orchids this year or—”
     “ Girls!” Catherine yells, checking her watch. “Get down here now!”
     “ Fine!” They trample down the stairs in their tennis whites and grab their smoothies from the counter. The twins are the spitting image of Catherine. Light hair, hazel eyes, pouty heartbreaker lips. Chloe and my stepmom are cut from the same cloth, but Cal’s cut a little different, a little quieter. I think that’s because she takes after her own dad, who ran off when the girls were young and married the daughter of some Atlantic City casino owner.
     Right now, they both have their blonde hair pulled back into tight ponytails, and they’d be impossible to tell apart if you didn’t know Calliope always matches her earrings to her purple glasses, and Chloe has a new nail color every day—today, a sweet summer blue. Sometimes evil
comes in disguise.
     “This isn’t fair! Why doesn’t Elle have to go to these stupid lessons?” Chloe whines.
     “Girls.” My stepmother tsks, putting on a patient smile. “Elle has to make do with the talents she does have.”
     I try to ignore her as I grab my house keys from the bowl in the foyer and put them in my satchel, pretending like I’m getting ready for work. Sometimes I think Catherine just forgets I’m in the room.
     “You’re going to ruin our career,” Chloe accuses, sucking on her green smoothie. “We need to be on top of this.”
     “Everyone else will be tweeting about it,” Calliope adds.
     “Ever since we got a hundred thousand views because of our Seaside Cove makeup tutorial, people expect us to be on our game!”
     “GIRLS!” Catherine jabs a pink nail toward the door. “Four hundred dollar lessons. NOW!”
     Calliope rolls her eyes, grabs her purse from the rack in the foyer, and storms out the door to the red Miata (another “necessity” for Catherine’s “image”). Catherine glares at the remaining twin. If there is one thing Chloe can’t stand up to, it’s her mother’s disapproval. She grabs her purse too—the exact same as Cal has, except pink—and stomps out after her sister. I don’t envy that ride to practice.
     My stepmom gives one last victory fluff to her hair in the foyer mirror. “Are you sure you don’t want me to put in a good word for you at the club, Danielle? I’m sure they’d take you back even after your...incident...last year. You’ve learned, haven’t you?”
     To never trust a guy again? Sure. I pull on a polite smile. “No, thanks.”
     “It’s the best place for someone like you, you know.” She shakes her head. “You’ll see I’m right in the end.”
     With that, she closes the door.
     I wait until the Miata pulls out of the driveway before I dart into the living room and turn on the TV. 8:57. Perfect. The food truck’s supposed to pick me up at ten to head to the RiverDogs baseball game across town, so I have plenty of time. For the next hour, I will be basking in perhaps the biggest news in Starfield history.
     This moment to end all moments—or maybe begin them. A new  Starfield for a new generation. I like the possibility in that.
     Grabbing the remote from the coffee table, I sit down cross-legged in front of the 54-inch TV. The black screen flickers, and anticipation blooms in my chest. I wish Dad could be here to see this. I wish he could be sitting beside me. He’d be just as excited—no, he’d be more excited. But the reality is, I don’t really have anyone to fangirl about this with. About who will finally don the Federation starwings and follow in the legendary footsteps of David Singh, the original Prince Carmindor. I’ve been blogging about it for months in my little corner of the world, but no one really reads it. Rebelgunner is therapeutic, more like a journal. The closest I have to friends is the online Stargunner community, where everyone’s been speculating about the casting: maybe the guy from the latest Spider-Man  movie? Or maybe that cute Bollywood star who’s in all the Tumblr GIFsets? Whoever it is, they’d better not whitewash my prince.
    On the TV, Hello, America is wrapping up a segment about pets doing goofy things on the internet. The host beams, and then the camera cuts to the audience. It’s full of girls—lots of girls—and all of them are cheering. Holding signs. Wearing T-shirts with the same name scribbled across them. A name that makes the anticipation in my chest grow cold and drop like an atomic bomb into my stomach.
      Darien Freeman.
     The girls throw up their hands for the camera, screaming his name. One person’s name. Some look like they’re literally going to swoon.
     I don’t swoon.
     My excitement makes a U-turn into dread.
     No—no, this can’t be right. I must have the wrong channel.
     I jab the remote info button. Hello, America, the caption states, and I want nothing more than for the Black Nebula to swallow me whole.
     What are the odds? What are the odds of him being on the same morning talk show? What are the odds of him  being the guest appearance on the show that will announce the Starfield cast?
     But the host is smiling, and says a few choice words, and suddenly all my fears come to light.
     The Starfield logo blazes across the screen behind her. This moment has become a train wreck I can’t look away from. It’s my entire fandom crashing into a burning, bubbling pit of despair.
     No. No, it’s not him. It can’t be him.
     Darien Freeman is not my Federation Prince Carmindor.

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Yvonne Jocks
5.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
Fan-Centric and Cinderellarific!
Reviewed in the United States on November 28, 2019
This is now my favorite Cinderella retelling of all time. The dress, the slipper, even the pumpkin -- all the classic elements are there, effortlessly woven into the world of texting, blogs, and celebrity culture. Even the "wicked stepmother" and "evil stepsisters" make... See more
This is now my favorite Cinderella retelling of all time. The dress, the slipper, even the pumpkin -- all the classic elements are there, effortlessly woven into the world of texting, blogs, and celebrity culture. Even the "wicked stepmother" and "evil stepsisters" make modern sense.

Elle and Darien are both sympathetic protagonists with great narrative voice. Without that, I would not have stayed long enough to appreciate the true magic of "Geekerella." But that true and unique magic is how enthusiastically the story embraces the very-real-if-abstract importance of various TV and Movie-Verses to fan culture. We get enough details about "Starfield" to understand the world that brought Elle''s parents together (buttressing the importance of the show to this orphan) and that is now bringing Elle and Darien together, but not so much that its world overwhelms the "real" one in which the protagonists are making their way and finding themselves. Instead, the SF world of "Starfield" is just... part of them, and sometimes the best part. Just as magically, through their fandom and Darien''s acting job, they are part of "Starfield" as well. And isn''t that every fan''s dream?

Most important, this is in the end a happy story about mostly good people, and it made me happy to read it (which I did in a day). 5 stars.
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C.P.JONES
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An enjoyable retelling of a familiar story.
Reviewed in the United States on June 6, 2019
As is clear from the title, this book is a reimagining of Cinderella themed around geek culture. The two leads are almost TOO geeky, speaking and thinking in sci-fi references to the point where it almost - almost - feels overdone. However, this is much more noticeable in... See more
As is clear from the title, this book is a reimagining of Cinderella themed around geek culture. The two leads are almost TOO geeky, speaking and thinking in sci-fi references to the point where it almost - almost - feels overdone. However, this is much more noticeable in the early part of the novel, and once the story gets going it doesn''t stick out as much. Also, as a geek who speaks and thinks in sci-fi references in real life, I can''t say it doesn''t ring true...

While the story of Cinderella is a familiar one, Geekerella does enough things different that it doesn''t feel "been there, done that." For one thing, we hear quite a bit from Darien, the Handsome Prince type, which goes a long way toward fleshing him out as a character rather than a two-dimensional cardboard cutout who exists mainly to look good and have the girl fall for him. In fact, I would say the characters are what this book does best - both Darien and Danielle feel fully realized, and it''s easy to get a sense of their emotions, their personalities, and their very human flaws.

Danielle''s coworker Sage steps into the shoes of the Fairy Godmother, and, as a snarky, green-haired lesbian, is certainly a little something different in that role. She, the Evil Stepmother, the Stepsisters, and a few other secondary players also feel like actual people rather than stereotypes, even if one stepsister in particular is almost cartoonishly evil and doesn''t get nearly enough comeuppance.

I knocked off one star because there were more than a few grammatical errors throughout the work. It wasn''t enough to really detract from my enjoyment of the story, but it was enough that I couldn''t ignore it. This probably could''ve used one more trip to the editor before publication. Still, that''s about the biggest criticism I have of the book, and I had a hard time putting it down, so it was clearly doing most everything else right.

I''d recommend this, and I liked it enough that I''m probably going to check out Poston''s sequel novel "The Princess and the Fangirl" at some point.
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4.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
All the star girls out there, this is the book for you!!!
Reviewed in the United States on April 7, 2019
Even though I have heard that, old fairy tales are being retold, I have never in my life come across a real book that has been written in that way. As I mentioned earlier, there were so much hype on the blog-sphere, about this book, which made me want to read it. So I did... See more
Even though I have heard that, old fairy tales are being retold, I have never in my life come across a real book that has been written in that way. As I mentioned earlier, there were so much hype on the blog-sphere, about this book, which made me want to read it. So I did and I am really glad.

The story is about a young fan girl, the female protagonist of our story, Danielle. The story unfolds about Elle finding her true self and her true love. Since it is a modern-day retelling of the fairy tale, Cinderella, it has some similarities and differences. Elle does not represent the innocent, blond and perfect Cinderella. She is red-haired and her step sisters call her a weirdo.

She is being treated at home the same way as in the fairy tale. She is constantly ill-treated and bullied by her step-mother and her step-sisters. Elle mourns for the death of her parents. Her only happiness is watching Starfeild, a sci-fi series, which will be soon made into a movie.

Then we meet her friend Sage, who can be described as totally cool. Elle''s life takes a turning point, after her friendship with Sage goes on to deeper point. When Sage gets to know everything about Elle, she is more than willing her to reach her dreams. I felt that because of Sage, Elle became strong. Sage taught her to stand-up for herself, and to accept her self for who she is.

Darien Freeman, the male protagonist of the story, can be explained as the modern version of, prince Charming. Darien''s character is described way more deeply in the re-telling than, in the original Cinderella story.

The most interesting part of the story for me was, the text messages between Elle and Darien. It was super cute and added an extra pop of color to the whole picture. It was such a cute, funny and romantic story with a happily ever after ending, which we all look forward to.

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(4/5 Stars) Exceptional
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Kasey at Story Sanctuary
5.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
LOVED IT!
Reviewed in the United States on May 16, 2019
I’ve been seeing lots of love for GEEKERELLA on social media and other book blogs lately. From first glance, a lot of things appealed to me about GEEKERELLA: the sci-fi fan stuff (I loved this element of THE ONLY THING WORSE THAN ME IS YOU), the re-imagined fairy tale (no... See more
I’ve been seeing lots of love for GEEKERELLA on social media and other book blogs lately. From first glance, a lot of things appealed to me about GEEKERELLA: the sci-fi fan stuff (I loved this element of THE ONLY THING WORSE THAN ME IS YOU), the re-imagined fairy tale (no magic, all contemporary, like IT STARTED WITH GOODBYE), and the comic con scenes. Plus, Elle’s a blogger! Yay! I loved seeing a character I could identify with in that way.

On the fairy tale retelling side, I felt like GEEKERELLA was both faithful to the original Cinderella story but also re-imagined it really creatively so that as I read, I felt like I was following both stories and loving every minute.

Several of the characters really shined and made their scenes extra great. I loved Darien’s bodyguard and Elle’s coworker at the Magic Pumpkin food truck. I also found it really moving the way so many of Elle’s memories of her dad were tied in with the Con and his love for Starfield. It made the contest so much more than just a hopeful fan wanting to win. It was like she needed to win as a nod to her dad and how much she missed him.

On the whole, I totally loved this book. I read it pretty quickly (and stayed up way too late– no regrets), and I’m super interested to check out Poston’s next book, THE PRINCESS AND THE FANGIRL, which is a retelling of the Prince and the Pauper.
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4.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
Fun, light read with tons of fandom feels!
Reviewed in the United States on September 26, 2017
This was a really cute read! I enjoyed the way the story was written with both main characters'' point of view and the setting of it all. In this, we have ExcelsiCon (which makes it an even more fun approach for a Cinderella retelling) as well as Darien and Elle brought... See more
This was a really cute read! I enjoyed the way the story was written with both main characters'' point of view and the setting of it all. In this, we have ExcelsiCon (which makes it an even more fun approach for a Cinderella retelling) as well as Darien and Elle brought together through their love of Starfield.

"And if you want to be one of the lucky few to meet the Federation Prince himself, Midlight Entertainment is teaming up with ExcelsiCon this year to host a fan competition! Dress up as your favorite Starfield character and you could win once-in-a-lifetime tickets to ExcelsiCon''s masquerade ball, where the winners will be treated to an exclusive meet-and-greet with our man Darien Freeman, plus tickets to the premiere of Starfield in L.A.!"

I wasn''t sure how this retelling would go, as many only have slight variations to them, but there was such a fun twist to this one it was hard not to like. The food truck that represented the pumpkin carriage was a great way to incorporate it in with all the other changes like the prince being an actor with a great personality and love for all things Starfield and Elle with a great heart who dreams big and loves all things spacey as well.

Even though there were some parts too far-fetched like a perfect "prince charming" who''s only real fault was his father/manager, or a stepmother who didn''t really add much depth or change to things, it was everything else that kept me reading. I couldn''t get enough of the Doctor Who references or how much I enjoyed the talk about ExcelsiCon as well as Elle and Sage working on the costume(s) for the Cosplay/ExcelsiCon Ball. The romance may have been a little much in the way it was played out (not safe at all in the real world) but it gave it that fairy-tale aspect that we daydream about. Not to leave out the feels it gives with ExcelsiCon added to the mix.

"A Torturian beside me mimics my salute. And a Nox. A Jedi. A Vulcan. A Dark Elf. The entire Fellowship of the Ring. Everyone, in their different-colored hair and costumes and masks, lifts their hands in promise-swears to show that underneath the robes and breastplates and Spandex are people whose hearts beat together. We might all be different--we may ship different things or be in different fandoms--but if I learned anything from twenty-three days in a too-blue uniform playing a character I thought I could never be, it''s that when we become those characters, pieces of ourselves light up like glow stick in the night. They shine. We shine. Together."

Geekerella, as the title references, has all the geeky feels and the lovey dovey ones that I was hoping for. It is a very unique take on the original fairytale and happy to see a few changes with characters that usually stay the same in every retelling. There were some things, as mentioned above, that I didn''t love as much but they were minor compared to how much fun the reading was throughout this novel. I''m very glad I took the time to pick up this book and enjoy all the fandomness involved.
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Mary
5.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
Geekerella is a strongly written & unique twist on Cinderella that balances a fun plot with marvelous fandom geekery
Reviewed in the United States on April 4, 2017
Honestly, where do I even start with this book that is chock full of utterly delightful nerdy goodness?? As soon as I heard of Geekerella, I knew I had to have it. Nerdy Cinderella retelling? YES, PLEASE. And THAT COVER! Completely perfect. And here''s the best thing is:... See more
Honestly, where do I even start with this book that is chock full of utterly delightful nerdy goodness?? As soon as I heard of Geekerella, I knew I had to have it. Nerdy Cinderella retelling? YES, PLEASE. And THAT COVER! Completely perfect. And here''s the best thing is: Geekerella MORE than lives up to its charming summary and gorgeous cover. This book is perfect inside and out.

How on earth could Geekerella possibly stand out from the crowd of YA Cinderella retellings? By adding charm, banter, a food truck, and a crap-ton of nerdiness. And even though it''s obvious it''s Cinderella, Geekerella has so many wholly original elements that balance the story''s origins. I am utterly enchanted by Starfield. I''m absolutely into it. I want to see the original show featuring David Singh. I want to watch Darien''s movie. I want to see the possible sequel. I want to attend ExcelsiCon and hang with the cosplayers. I want to read Danielle''s Rebelgunner blog. I want it all.

Definitely give this one a shot because it has something for so many people. Geekerella is a strongly written and unique twist on the classic Cinderella tale that balances a fun plot with exceptional fandom details and all manner of marvelous geekery with a lively and highly developed cast of characters.

And don''t forget to look to the stars. Aim. Ignite!
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Bridgett
5.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
Cute fandom story!
Reviewed in the United States on June 27, 2017
Actual Rating: 4.5 stars Geekerella is a modern-day Cinderella fairytale featuring Danielle, or Ella, who resides with her "stepmonster" and evil twin step-sisters. This book has everything from teen heart throbs, bloggers, CONS, witchy evil characters... See more
Actual Rating: 4.5 stars

Geekerella is a modern-day Cinderella fairytale featuring Danielle, or Ella, who resides with her "stepmonster" and evil twin step-sisters. This book has everything from teen heart throbs, bloggers, CONS, witchy evil characters who are mean, and moments that touch the reader''s heart.

The great thing about this book is the total geekiness/fandom the story provides. First, it is a retelling of Cinderella. Ella does everything in the house, while trying to retain memories of her deceased parents. Ella tries to actively keep their memory alive, while the Stepmonster tries desperately to squash it out of Ella like some fly buzzing around a summer cake. Second, it has a mysterious budding friendship between Ella and THE Darien Freeman, who in this story, is kind of a big deal. Ella cannot stand that Mr. Heartthrob with insured abs is cast as the lead character in Starfield, Carmindor. She rants and raves about it on her blog...needless to say...Darien actually texts Ella thinking she is her father and the two have a budding friendship, with developing feelings. And the kicker... he has no clue she is THE Reblegunner blogger squashing his name in this role, and she has no clue he is Darien Freeman.

Of course, there are twists, and turns, and Ella goes to the ball, and then is grounded until death. But the adventures are fun and it turns into being a cute story that leaves the reader with feelings of joy and delight.

This story is an easy read, the whole book flew by pretty quickly. I like when books are just easy. Having said that, I wish there were a bit more challenges for Ella to overcome. Sure, glass slippers, and hopelessly devoted Carmindors are searching the States for Ella to confess their young love to, but I wish some of the interactions between "Stepmonster", Catherine, and Ella were more indicative of the crap relationship enslaving Ella. Sure, Catherine is a witch with a capital B, but Ella was a spitfire and sometimes talked back. So I wanted MORE to go down between the two of them. Also, the last chapter or two, just breezed by eight months later...and I wish that was also a bit more dramatic than what it is lead to believe. The book follows the POV of Darien and Ella, and sometimes it focused too much on the little things, so when the drama did happen, it fizzled pretty quickly and didn''t pack quite the punch it could have. BUT. It was still a cute story, and I am still giving a decent rating. It was still entertaining, and one part in particular really had me teary. And when a book makes me cry, it gets a higher rating. We all need an ugly cry from time to time.

Finally, I loved what the book means for nerd girls. Ella was this nerdy girl who really thought she was a nobody throughout the ENTIRE story. It took all of her challenges she did go through like befriending a moody coworker, helping create a cosplay costume, dealing with stepmonster and the evil twins, introducing others to the glory of Starfield, and making unconventional friends from the stars. In Darien''s case, he sometimes came off whiney and I am not sure why it took him so long to take a stand. I felt that the drama between him and Brian could have been better written because it read weird. But I liked Darien. Closet geek. Those are the best. 

And remember, look to the stars. Aim. Ignite.
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NerdNarration
4.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
I''ll Ignite The Stars
Reviewed in the United States on June 27, 2017
A fangirl fairy tale retelling complete with geek chic cover art? Put them together and what have you got <s>bibbidi-bobbidi-boo</s> a way to T’s heart. Sorry for the faux lyrics, I couldn’t resist! What I’m not sorry for is reading this book!... See more
A fangirl fairy tale retelling complete with geek chic cover art? Put them together and what have you got <s>bibbidi-bobbidi-boo</s> a way to T’s heart. Sorry for the faux lyrics, I couldn’t resist!

What I’m not sorry for is reading this book! Geekerella tells the story of Elle, a blog writing, Starfield obsessing teenager who’s been dealt a “crappy subplot, but is managing to live through it.” Tormented by her unrealistically evil stepsister & apathetic stepmonster, Elle can’t wait to turn 18 and get out of dodge (read: Charleston) and start a new life in L.A. She spends her days frying vegan fritters in the Magic Pumpkin food truck with her version of a fairy godmother (a green-haired lesbian named Sage), and her nights working on the perfect cosplay costume and texting her mysterious <s>Federation</s> Prince <s>Carmindor</s> Charming.

The rest of the story continues much like the classic Cinderella narrative – with adapted twists of course – but differs due to the bits of nerd culture sprinkled throughout. That was the real reason this story resonated with me. The idea that no matter who you are, where you’re living, what you’re going through that fandoms can connect us all. The idea that us weird kids aren’t alone.

"And yeah, there might not be real magic in this world, but there is the power of fandom -- the power of passionate people who, when working together, can birth movies out of canceled one-season sci-fi shows, resurrect fictional towns like Stars Hollow, and created endearing fan-musicals that will last far longer than its Muggle counterpart -- and that kind of magic will never disappear."

It’s comforting to know that I read this book during the 20-year publication anniversary of Harry Potter – the fandom that started it all for me. I remember being 8-years-old sitting in my grandparents condo in Florida reading “You’re a wizard, Harry” and knowing life would never be the same. I remember waiting at Barnes & Noble for midnight book releases and shunning the world till I devoured every last word. I remember crying in my bed – in front of my boyfriend *facepalm* – after the forest scene in the final novel and thinking it was all over. I remember feeling such a passion for these stories and these characters I’d spent a majority of my life growing up with and also feeling like that wasn’t “normal.” I remember being teased and judged for getting “so invested” in “children’s stories.” I remember wanting to downplay my interest out of fear of judgement. But part of growing up is realizing that “sometimes the universe delivers” and sometimes you’re connected with the best people, best experiences, and best memories due to committing to yourself and your fandoms. And that’s what this book does. It states loud and proud that being yourself is enough and loving what you love is okay. And while this probably wouldn’t have resonated with me in latter years, I can’t imagine the impact a book like this could have had on teenage me.

I agree with Poston that fandoms can create magic. And if you’re in need of some magic, a new fandom, or a cute read this summer, I promise-swear this ones for you!
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Ali @ I Wuv Books
3.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
Lacks originality
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on July 26, 2019
I enjoyed this Cinderella inspired story but I''m afraid it was a little too similar to my all time fave book Cinder and Ella by Kelly Oram for me to really love it. Perhaps if I''d read this first I would have enjoyed it more but while I did enjoy the way it looks at the...See more
I enjoyed this Cinderella inspired story but I''m afraid it was a little too similar to my all time fave book Cinder and Ella by Kelly Oram for me to really love it. Perhaps if I''d read this first I would have enjoyed it more but while I did enjoy the way it looks at the negative side of fandoms it just felt like a rehash of something I''d already read.
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Mikala Pendragon
5.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
FAN-TASTIC
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on July 20, 2017
Any animosity I had towards this book when I first discovered that it was another adaptation of Cinderella was Blasted away by a brilliant premise and glorious writing. Elle is by far a much more relatable heroine for me than her counterpart in the original tale for a...See more
Any animosity I had towards this book when I first discovered that it was another adaptation of Cinderella was Blasted away by a brilliant premise and glorious writing. Elle is by far a much more relatable heroine for me than her counterpart in the original tale for a myriad of reasons but mainly because of her passion and strength (and her love for her fandom!). Darien is the best version of Prince Charming there has ever been. He is a fully fleshed out character with his own dilemmas and issues. The way the original tale was used, as a base and built upon in such a way that apart for a ball, the loss of a shoe and the names Geekerella and Carmindor you would never figure out Cinderella inspired this fantastic work of art, is amazing! I adore the way fandoms were incorporated, I fell for Starfield and the characters involved and wish I could watch the series for myself (if it does actually exist, which I doubt Highly, would someone let me know, please! If not, someone needs get to work on making it a reality!) Geekerella has redeemed Cinderella for me, I will reread it many times over in my lifetime I can assure you and hopefully it endures just the way the original fairytale has for millennia......Thank you Ashley for turning Cinderella into a fairytale I can finally love just as deeply as the rest!
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Hisham
5.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
Geeky and amazing
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on May 5, 2019
If there''s any kind of romance book I''ll love - it''s a geeky romance. Geekerella is right up there with the geekiest! Yes, it has a very predictable plot with twists and turns you can see coming a mile away - but it''s amazing fun to read. I finished reading this with a...See more
If there''s any kind of romance book I''ll love - it''s a geeky romance. Geekerella is right up there with the geekiest! Yes, it has a very predictable plot with twists and turns you can see coming a mile away - but it''s amazing fun to read. I finished reading this with a massive smile plastered on upon my face.
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Lia Silva
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Nice read
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on November 14, 2020
This is a very light and cute read. I enjoyed the Con world and the fandom created even more than the retelling. For a Cinderella retelling in a modern setting it worked very well, staying quite faithful to the original without being absurd.
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4.0 out of 5 starsVerified Purchase
Such a fun read
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on February 23, 2019
Loved this. Very traditional Cinderella story with a space fandom background. If you love this try Cinder and Ella or not cinderella''s type. Really enjoyed. Loved the characters especially Sage.
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Q&A with author Ashley Poston

Why do you think we gravitate to fairy tale retellings?

There’s something timeless in fairy tales that keep bringing us back to them. But as we evolve, our fairy tales evolve, too. We don’t just want to read about a girl who wears glass slippers anymore, but a girl who abandons her heels and asks the prince to dance for a change.

Is Starfield based off any particular sci-fi show?

I wanted Starfield to be a long-running series that broke the mold in syndicated television, so I looked to my favorite scifi TV series, Star Trek, for inspiration. For its time, The Original Series was ground-breaking, with the most diverse cast of any show of that era.

You’re a self-described fangirl—what do you geek out over?

Everything! Books, movies, TV shows, anime—actually, I got my start writing fanfic! I’ve seen every episode of Star Trek multiple times, I can quote Beauty and the Beast’s opening monologue by heart, and I’ve read Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones at least forty-two times.

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Geekerella The Princess and the Fangirl Bookish and the Beast
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