The Summer of 2017 (LGBT)
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  • Reads 145
  • Votes 14
  • Parts 12
  • Time 1h 14m
Complete, First published Apr 29, 2017
"My name is Robert Frost. 

"No, not like the original poet, Robert Frost."

Starting at the near end of his freshman high school year, deep through his summer, and concluding at the start of his sophomore year, Robert Frost documents his life in a coming-of-age novel. He meets an enigmatic boy named Leonardo Ezekielー "just Leo," who enters the mental cell he has lived in so long and breaks him out. This novel dives into the controversial topic of sexuality, exploring the conflicts of growing up in a society divided on what is right and wrong. In the growth of this boy, we learn the struggles teenagers of this age face in self-expression, as well as the consequences of suppressing their character.
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