“I am a sickness,” I whispered to myself as I stared at my reflection. “I am a disgusting parody of God’s good work, a disease that can’t be cured.” The bathroom light flickered dismally as my words echoed around the small, dank, room and I flinched in response, was this God agreeing with me?
Nicolai O’Riley hates himself. He hates his attraction to men and his inability to change himself, but most of all he hates looking into his bathroom mirror and seeing a monster. For that’s what he was . . . gay . . . sick . . . an abomination.
After eighteen years of being loved by his family and his peers, it all changed over night. Suddenly he went from The Nicolai of Holudule High to the gay freak who walked around with his head turned towards the floor. After losing everything, all he has left to him is his black guitar, an old collection of Shakespeare’s works . . . and his self-hatred.
It all changes when he meets a girl.
The girl who tries to teach him that love is still love . . . no matter it’s form.
A tale of friendship, prejudice, self discovery and most importantly . . . Loyalty.
So turn the -figurative - page and follow the story of Nicolai O’Riley, his crazy Irish Uncle, Lyra Evans . . . and a few gay men that are quite happy to show him the perks of belonging to the Queer community.