For Everyone
"For everyone"
I bought your book Saturday evening.I finished it Sunday morning. I read all through the night and it was worth every second of it. Not that I had a choice, I could not put the book down.
In your dedication you wrote it was "for everyone." And I do genuinely believe that Hero, was in fact written for me. Specifically for me. I'm not sure how you did it, telepathy perhaps, but you somehow managed take a few key scenes from my life and publish them for the world to see. I wish I could say they were the more daring and courageous "gonna save the world scenes" but I'm not ashamed to admit, that I was that boy who got off to the previews of the internet porn sites cause I had no credit card, and I was that nervous wreck outside the local cruise spots that was too nervous to venture onward. Not to mention the whole fantasizing over superheroes thing, cause I mean, have you seen how some of those dudes are drawn, not to mention Hugh Jackman's portrayal of Wolvering, I mean, wow, right? If Thom is the culmination of your experiences, then perhaps you were the gay son of a strict family who grew up in a small town just as well.
And I hate to bore you, but this is my origin story. I am the attractive offspring of two attractive prominent parents. I was a Varsity athlete in highschool, although my field of battle was that of soccer and track, rather than the basketball court. And on top of being attractive and athletic, I am also very driven and very intelligent. My parents had always found it odd that despite all the accomplishments and everything I was involved in, I had yet to land a girlfriend. And every time they inquire as to why still, after all these years, I have yet to bring a girl home, I stick to my list of usual lines such as "you want me to bring just ONE home?" They laugh, I laugh, we all laugh, and I hope that that would be enough to tide over their curiosity.
I am currently attending college in the same small town I grew up in, and I always figured that after I obtained my degree and moved out of this purgatory that I would finally be able to get out and finally live my life. Although I hope it works that way, that's my plan for now. And although it seemed that all these years of working on myself and working out my sexual frustrations, figuratively and literally in the gym, that I was in fact living as this were merely my origin story and not the main feature. That had been my plan and the words of, or perhaps your words, of the geriatric precog kinda hit close to home for me. Yet again, maybe your power is invisibility and you've been following me?
"You can't go on like you're going to start really living one day, like all this is some preamble to some great life..." That's exactly what I've been doing. Living as if, when i got my degree and got out of this city, that I could really start living my life. And although her words or again, your words, were strong and for some reason seemed to me, to be in written in bold print in my copy of the book, I can't exactly live by them. There is no Goran in my town, trust me, I've looked. There's none. So you know, nice words, but not exactly ones for me to live by, or at least not at this point in my life.
When I grow up I want to be the Red Ranger. The leader of the Power Rangers. And I still know for a fact, that noone will ever be able to pull off that red suit as well as I can. Although my degree is not in Zord Battle or Hand-To-Hand combat, I still have this small hope in my mind, that one day I will be chosen, to pilot the T-Rex Zord. But until I save the world from the cockpit of the Megazord, I will settle for helping others in a hospital setting. Still keeping my fingers crossed though.
And well, I suppose the point of my rant was to say-thank you. Thank you for writing this novel. Thank you for feeding into my geeky fantasies of maybe saving the world and falling in love. Thank you for writing a novel that seemed to live out the world I have in my head. Thank you for creating such character that I could see so much of myself in. Thank you so much for writing this novel.
THANK YOU.
I know they are just words. Just blots of ink arranged on paper. But those words that you have written down have more power in them than I think you, me, or anyone can ever know they could have ever really possessed. They are just words, just ink on paper, but they resonate throughout me like an echo in a deep canyon. And although my words, are just dots of light on your computer screen, I really sincerely hope that you feel the impact of them when I type out "thank you" cause I really do, with all of myself that I can transmit across the system of tubes that is the internet, I do thank you. (And just a little not on the side, if you had anything to do with Ben Barnes playing Prince Caspian, then again sir, thank you, cause he is so hot.)
So now that all I can think of right now is said, I eagerly await the next great adventure of Thom Creed. And although I journey forth onto adventures of my own, I'm hoping I'll hear the next installment of his more sooner, than later.
Again, you dedicated your novel to everyone, but it really feels like it was written for me. Thanks.
Sincerely,
Joseph (The Next Great Hero)
I bought your book Saturday evening.I finished it Sunday morning. I read all through the night and it was worth every second of it. Not that I had a choice, I could not put the book down.
In your dedication you wrote it was "for everyone." And I do genuinely believe that Hero, was in fact written for me. Specifically for me. I'm not sure how you did it, telepathy perhaps, but you somehow managed take a few key scenes from my life and publish them for the world to see. I wish I could say they were the more daring and courageous "gonna save the world scenes" but I'm not ashamed to admit, that I was that boy who got off to the previews of the internet porn sites cause I had no credit card, and I was that nervous wreck outside the local cruise spots that was too nervous to venture onward. Not to mention the whole fantasizing over superheroes thing, cause I mean, have you seen how some of those dudes are drawn, not to mention Hugh Jackman's portrayal of Wolvering, I mean, wow, right? If Thom is the culmination of your experiences, then perhaps you were the gay son of a strict family who grew up in a small town just as well.
And I hate to bore you, but this is my origin story. I am the attractive offspring of two attractive prominent parents. I was a Varsity athlete in highschool, although my field of battle was that of soccer and track, rather than the basketball court. And on top of being attractive and athletic, I am also very driven and very intelligent. My parents had always found it odd that despite all the accomplishments and everything I was involved in, I had yet to land a girlfriend. And every time they inquire as to why still, after all these years, I have yet to bring a girl home, I stick to my list of usual lines such as "you want me to bring just ONE home?" They laugh, I laugh, we all laugh, and I hope that that would be enough to tide over their curiosity.
I am currently attending college in the same small town I grew up in, and I always figured that after I obtained my degree and moved out of this purgatory that I would finally be able to get out and finally live my life. Although I hope it works that way, that's my plan for now. And although it seemed that all these years of working on myself and working out my sexual frustrations, figuratively and literally in the gym, that I was in fact living as this were merely my origin story and not the main feature. That had been my plan and the words of, or perhaps your words, of the geriatric precog kinda hit close to home for me. Yet again, maybe your power is invisibility and you've been following me?
"You can't go on like you're going to start really living one day, like all this is some preamble to some great life..." That's exactly what I've been doing. Living as if, when i got my degree and got out of this city, that I could really start living my life. And although her words or again, your words, were strong and for some reason seemed to me, to be in written in bold print in my copy of the book, I can't exactly live by them. There is no Goran in my town, trust me, I've looked. There's none. So you know, nice words, but not exactly ones for me to live by, or at least not at this point in my life.
When I grow up I want to be the Red Ranger. The leader of the Power Rangers. And I still know for a fact, that noone will ever be able to pull off that red suit as well as I can. Although my degree is not in Zord Battle or Hand-To-Hand combat, I still have this small hope in my mind, that one day I will be chosen, to pilot the T-Rex Zord. But until I save the world from the cockpit of the Megazord, I will settle for helping others in a hospital setting. Still keeping my fingers crossed though.
And well, I suppose the point of my rant was to say-thank you. Thank you for writing this novel. Thank you for feeding into my geeky fantasies of maybe saving the world and falling in love. Thank you for writing a novel that seemed to live out the world I have in my head. Thank you for creating such character that I could see so much of myself in. Thank you so much for writing this novel.
THANK YOU.
I know they are just words. Just blots of ink arranged on paper. But those words that you have written down have more power in them than I think you, me, or anyone can ever know they could have ever really possessed. They are just words, just ink on paper, but they resonate throughout me like an echo in a deep canyon. And although my words, are just dots of light on your computer screen, I really sincerely hope that you feel the impact of them when I type out "thank you" cause I really do, with all of myself that I can transmit across the system of tubes that is the internet, I do thank you. (And just a little not on the side, if you had anything to do with Ben Barnes playing Prince Caspian, then again sir, thank you, cause he is so hot.)
So now that all I can think of right now is said, I eagerly await the next great adventure of Thom Creed. And although I journey forth onto adventures of my own, I'm hoping I'll hear the next installment of his more sooner, than later.
Again, you dedicated your novel to everyone, but it really feels like it was written for me. Thanks.
Sincerely,
Joseph (The Next Great Hero)