Beauty Lives Forever

Beauty Lives Forever

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A man must love his existence to the point where he desires to repeat it for all eternity, says Nietzsche. And I must concur. Find out (not that you asked) what it felt like to grow up in São Paulo, the largest city in South America, in the 70s and 80s. A story of isolation and freedom, growing pains, insecurity, discovering love and heartbreak, and the adventures and exploits of a boy who never really felt like he fit in. But then again, does any of us? Leave all your preconceived notions of otherness behind as Stanley develops into manhood without much in the way of traumatic experiences to make this book a testament to survival or the redemptive power of suffering. Read as he goes on and on about growing up free-range in an often unsupervised environment, about the music of the day, the pop culture of the day, about falling in and out of love, and about the inner workings of his mind, mostly. Abandon all prejudice (veiled or otherwise) all ye who enter here.
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Companion book to The Boy at My Window She got up and opened the window. "What are you doing here?" she asked sounding kind of nervous. "I need somewhere to stay and your house is the closest." I saw her eyes wander to the bruise forming on my cheek. "Don't you have a friends house you could go to?" she asked me. Honestly I had two friends and they lived across town. I wouldn't be able to get there without my dad finding me. "That's the first place he'd look." I told her seriously. She bit her lip nervously. "Come on, Shaina. It's only one night." I coaxed her. Finally, she nodded and stepped away from the window. *This story contains scenes of bullying, self-harm, drugs and abuse with some mature language.

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