I didn’t really know what I was getting myself into when I started reading this book. It was labeled as “gay erotica” but I just shook my head and was like, it’s probably not really that. (ignorance is not always bliss) By the time I got to the point in the story where I discovered that it was indeed about teenage boys falling in love, I was too hooked by the story to put it down.
That’s how you know a story is good, when you are willing to go out of your comfort zone and read it anyway. Now the writing style was different from what I’m used to as well. It wasn’t written perfectly, but I caught on quickly that it wasn’t meant to be. This story is told in the first person, of a teenage boy. And it is written exactly like you would expect a teenage boy to write it. To me, that made it more real. If it was written all fancy and grammar-ly correct, it would have broken the feel of realism. I actually felt like I was reading this kid’s diary.
To me that’s the goal of any good story, to take you out of your own reality for a while and put you in someone else’s. That’s what this book did. So if you are willing to try something different, that doesn’t fall in the mainstream media eyes, give this little short story a try. I was glad I did.