Status Updates From King Perry (The Lost and Fo...

This is SO odd. Yet good. Not sure what I think yet.

Every corner of the sky awkwardly showed up wearing the exact same thing, a moody gray dress accessorized with flat clouds. If North, South, East, and West were drag queens, this would be bad, very bad.

Favorite quote so far:

“I think Joy sleeps in strange places. We’re always looking for her in shiny, happy, fun times, assuming that Joy prefers her twin brother, Pleasure, when she often hangs out with her somewhat stoic big sister, Strength. Joy is not always easy to recognize, dirt-smudged and sweating, brambles in her hair. I want to believe she sometimes wears a ski mask.”

Two chapters in and I’m so confused.

The sun seems fascinated to get closer to this paradise landscape, and keeps dropping half inch by half inch in the west. Tenderly he flies to his lover, the Ocean, who twists in delight with his imminent arrival. “Patience, my love,” the Sun whispers in long golden rays. “Soon I am yours.”

I think long ago, Perry’s heart made unwelcome room for sadness, and then believing that it could handle no more, slammed itself shut, preventing joy’s free roam. What’s the point of joy, if only followed by sorrow? Perry knows how to have fun; I’ve seen him with his friends. But I wonder how deep he lets joy flow, if he surrenders to the undertow.

We lie still, quivering in silence, staring at the black ocean and the San Francisco skyline. He collapses further, sinks deeper. You cannot deny a moment like this, so we remain in perfect, pulsating silence, both of us aware of the incredible sensations happening to both of us.
I kiss him on the neck and say, “All men are kings.”
Perry surrenders; a wisp of sound emerges from his mouth, a firefly-sized gasp.

God, he’s handsome, smiling like that. I lunge to kiss him, and he responds with equal intensity. He wanders behind me, a human helium balloon tethered by my right hand.

❤️❤️

This is absolutely bizarre- not sure what to make of this story at the moment

Things have gotten strange. And I don't mean inside the book, because things were strange there from the beginning. I mean outside the book, in real life. As the characters circle around issues that resonate deeply with me, I'm drawn into examining my own life, as if I'm now making a journey parallel to theirs...

Goosebumps.

This isn't a book, it's an EXPERIENCE.

I'm a sucker for novelty, and this is certainly unlike anything I've ever read before.

And now for something completely different.

He says, “If you would tell me more about this weekend—”
“No.”

!!!

I kind of loved it and I kind of hated it.

Fantastic reading.

I have no idea why reading this book is going so slow... It's interesting, the writing is good, nothing is annoying me... and yet, I can't sit and read it for more than 10 minutes a day :/