So, so, so terribly sad.

I’m not entirely sure how I made it out of high school without reading this book. It’s somewhat simple, but beautiful all the same.

I read this book in high school. I know I loved it. I know it spoke to me then and I’ve since always listed it as a favorite.

I started re-reading it on the train yesterday. I can’t even explain how or why it’s affecting me so strongly, but it is. I rarely physically react to things I read, especially when I’m in public. But. I laughed. I cried. I cringed. All in one train ride.

Oh, Charlie.

Man, that was a book.

My favorite of the Ricky and G-man books.

I keep wanting to watch this over and over again.

Drag queen. Michael Pitt. Rock music. Hell yeah.

At the National Book Festival, Gish Jen signed my well-loved copy. Awesome.

I’m finding it shameful that it’s taken me years to finish this book.

And two years later, I did finally finish it.

Worth it, by the way. It’s incredible.