12/23/2019 - 12/23/2019
“But love was always something heavy for me. Something I had to carry.”
This is actually one of my favorite books of all time. I think it's largely because of how quiet the love is. It's not subtle, but we watch the love grow as Ari grows. It's just very sweet. I appreciate it greatly.
I read somewhere once that gay children don't experience those teenage years until they're in their twenties and in college. I think that definitely holds true, especially since the majority of gay kids don't even come out until later on. This holds true for Ari too.
I love this book. I have a soft spot for it because I think I was searching for this book for a long time. A happy ending for two young gay teenagers.
I was sixteen when I fell in love for the first time. I was one of the lucky ones. She was amazing, and I wanted to be with her for as long as she'd have me. She exists in just a memory, a wonderful one. She has no doubt changed, and I probably wouldn't be able to recognize her in a line up of personalities anymore. But I'll always have that summer. Those words. My journal. And this book, which I read then.
“How could I have ever been ashamed of loving Dante Quintana?”
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