Holy, mother of… 

This book was, no sorry, is awesome. The story of a 64 years old closeted man who’s life starts to crumbles. He has just a few months left before he has to retire, and his cat, only friend and family, dies. At the same time he finds old letters from the only man he ever loved. So he decides to search for him, and apologize to him. And for this, he starts to open to people, he comes-out to some, finds a community, finds friends. And he even helps Nicole, a single young black mother, struggling with her boyfriend. And she’s not the only one he helps, he just discovers than the world changed and, he’s also changing for the best. 

This book is just a 5/5 stars. It’s beautiful, well written, touching, heartfelt, emotional. It gives hope, and it helps us remembering why we should live our lives. For the one who couldn’t, for the one who lived in the 50/60’s and after. For the ones who had to stay closeted their entire life, for the ones who died, for the ones that couldn’t love. 

This story also show us, that it’s never too late to live your life. There’s always hope, you can always love the person you are meant to be. Second chances are possible. There will always be people that will accept you and who you are, no matter what. 

You will always find a community. 

I had never read a book with a protagonist this old (always with YA or NA books), but it was not a disappointment, it allowed me to reflect on some aspect of my life. Also, even if the story is set between December and March, this is the perfect story for pride month. 

Oh and the narrator? Perfect for it. His voice was wonderful, and he made me feel so many emotions at once.