I finished listening to this extremely beautiful audiobook narrated by Lin-Manuel Miranda on a plane. I stepped off the plane to find the TVs in the airport reporting on the Orlando LGBT club shooting. I don't know what to say about that kind of cognitive dissonance and the pain in my chest, and I don't think it's my place to say it anyway. But I loved Ari and Dante and Legs and the humor and the pain and the voice. I loved this wonderful, warm, hopeful book, about finding out who you are and who you love and how to navigate all the things you feel, and I believe wonder and warmth and hope and love matter, and I believe they can win, even though it hurts like this in the meantime. And something else too about the way I kept wishing my book soulmate friend was alive to talk about this book with me, that's part of it, and I don't know how to feel about that, either.