Say what you will about the controversy surrounding the whole "JT LeRoy" thing, but I liked this book quite a bit. It had that weird, dark, funny, mystical, fractured undercurrent that is my favorite part about William S. Burroughs, it had a touch of magic to it, and the author really had the power to make you understand the sexuality of something you will (God willing) never Know (in the Biblical sense). It was also extremely short, which I think was very appropriate given the subject matter. And I bring this up for two reasons:
1. It's no secret: I like a quick read.
2. In the same way that I am in fact HAPPY to know that this is NOT a semi-autobiographical story of a Mr. JT LeRoy (I really don't want any children working as sex slaves, if you can believe it - sorry to all of you that were personally offended to find out that fiction is fictitious), I also don't need this story drawn out any longer than it was. I get it. I don't need anything more graphic, either. I get it.
So I say great job, and good times. This book sticks with you for all the right reasons, and it demands to be finished once you start it (besides being engaging, there are no chapter breaks). So check it out! It definitely doesn't belong on lists such as "Books I'd Rather Die Than Read," or whatever else people are wasting their time with. Just read it! It ain't gonna kill ya.