This is *exactly* why I wrote the book that I wrote (Pt.2)
I hope this brief message finds you well. I am currently in the midst of reading your book, and I felt compelled to tell you that I am enjoying it immensely.
Growing up in the Bronx- poor, Latino, gay – I always felt isolated and alone. Your home and school life/experience was very different than mine; and yet, the commonalities are still glaringly evident. I wish, when I was an adolescent, that there had been a book that conveyed what I was feeling and let me know I’m not alone. I wish there had been a book, when I was in my twenties and coming out, that told me that I would one day reflect fondly on those demanding times. Now a confident man in my thirties, I read your book and smile.
I was recently admitted to UCLA’s MFA screenwriting program, and I’m putting the finishing touches on a story for a script. Thank you for jolting my memory, and reminding me that in spite of the pain there were, and still are, many laughs. Thank you for reminding me that as writers we should illuminate the human experience for that is what connects us all. Thank you for offering inspiration.
*EARLIER: This is *exactly* why I wrote the book that I wrote [G-A-Y]
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