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I was in eighth grade when I read my first honest-to-God gay novel. It was tucked in the stacks of my ghetto middle school's tiny library, sitting there innocuously as though it wasn't about to blow my mind. I stole it from the library in fear of anyone finding out I was a lesbian from my interest in a "gay book". I pored over it at home and fell in love with its realistic and kind portrayal of teen homosexuality. The novel was Peter by Kate Walker.
Peter is about a a fifteen year old Australian boy aptly named Peter. He struggles with acceptance and tries to find it in a group of rough bikers and by having sex with a girl he isn't even interested in. But all he's really interested in is photography. He meets his brother's college friend, David, and his whole world changes as he realizes he's strongly attracted to him. The rest of the book is about Peter's struggle for acceptance and to find himself. It's a universal story, tenderly written, and wonderfully infused with non-judgment from the authoress. I'd recommend it for anyone and everyone.
Peter is about a a fifteen year old Australian boy aptly named Peter. He struggles with acceptance and tries to find it in a group of rough bikers and by having sex with a girl he isn't even interested in. But all he's really interested in is photography. He meets his brother's college friend, David, and his whole world changes as he realizes he's strongly attracted to him. The rest of the book is about Peter's struggle for acceptance and to find himself. It's a universal story, tenderly written, and wonderfully infused with non-judgment from the authoress. I'd recommend it for anyone and everyone.