Three books raised me more than any adult did. One helped me survive. One made me question everything. And one lied to me—and I believed it.
The Gospel According to Holden, Cronshaw, and Lying Alice
Soy Boricua. Soy Gen X. Así Fue Pa’ Mí.
Before the Bronx, there were mango trees, mosquito nets, and saints in the living room. This is what growing up Gen X looked like—for one Boricua kid on the island.
re: Tony. Opening the Vault
A pastel Hallmark diary. A fake Gothic intro. Sad boy poetry so dramatic it should’ve come with a sticker warning. This is where my teenage cringe begins—one page at a time.
Genex Geek 