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“you may not have noticed, but i'm not what you'd call conventionally beautiful. in fact, you might say that i'm the opposite of that. say, you know - to vocalize, sometimes ad nauseam? do you think that there's any minute in a day when i'm not aware of how big i am? do you think there's a single minute that goes by when i'm not thinking about how other people see me? even though i have no control whatsoever over that? don't get me wrong - i love my body. but i'm not so much of an idiot to think that everybody else loves it. what really gets to me - what really bothers me - is that it's all people see. ever since i was a not-so-little kid. hey, tiny, want to play football? hey, tiny, how many burgers did you eat today? hey, tiny, do you ever lose your dick down there? hey, tiny, you're going to join the basketball team whether you like it or not. just don't try to look at us in the locker room! does that sound easy to you will?”

Quote by David Levithan

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Will Grayson, Will Grayson

Will Grayson, Will Grayson is a novel that delves into the complexities of adolescence, featuring two characters named Will Grayson who share the same name but lead vastly different lives. The narrative unfolds through alternating perspectives, showcasing the diverse ways in which individuals navigate their personal journeys. The story explores themes of friendship, identity, and the search for belonging, offering a poignant and relatable portrayal of young adulthood. more

Author

David Levithan
David Levithan

David Levithan, born on September 7, 1972, is a renowned author from the United States. His works span across various genres including young adult literature, adult fiction, and non-fiction, known for his unique narrative style and profound insights into social issues. more

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“A hand slipped under mine, warm and smooth, and I snapped my head left, seeing Will in the seat next to me. What…? A lump filled my throat as I gaped at the side of his face, wanting to be raging mad that he was there and touching me again without my permission, but… He curled his fingers, gripping me, and…and it took a moment to get a hold of myself. Finally, I forced a scowl and yanked my hand away. Or tried to. He wouldn’t let go. Or look at me. He just tossed his black hoodie over our hands and chatted to the guy in the next seat like I wasn’t here.”