What is paradise for a fourteen-year-old boy?

For Conrad it’s definitely not dusty Los Angeles, where he’s stuck living with his mother and his cheeky little sisters.

Paradise is the forest where his dad still lives,
by the water where everything is beautiful,
where he belongs.

IndieReader Discovery Awards 2019:
- Winner, Best First Book
"A timeless, beautifully written coming-of-age story about transformation and self-acceptance." - 5/5 stars (read full review)
Next Generation Indie Book Awards 2019:
- Finalist, General Fiction / Novel (over 80,000 words)
- Finalist, First Novel (over 90,000 words)

Eric Hoffer Awards 2019:
- Finalist, Fiction
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~ Journal 18 ~

Tonight I had a 3rd-tier box seat right over the Seattle Symphony. The program:

  1. Brahms - Tragic Overture
    I've never been into this piece, but in person it's super-rich and interesting, especially close up.
  2. Bartok - Piano Concerto #1 (Jean-Efflam Bavouzet, piano)
    This was a blast. I've seen...

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On this night I watched 20th Century Women on bluray. I liked this movie and it stayed in my thoughts afterward. It's rare that a movie observes people's mixed-up feelings about each other in the way this one does. Any other movie like this might have veered into sentimentality or 1970's nostalgia...

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Last night I watched A Quiet Passion. The things that were good about this movie tended to mask those that were terrible, but in the light of day the negative is winning. The considerable attention to detail to the house and environs was let down by too much unrealistic polish, and by many scenes...

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Tonight I saw Marc-André Hamelin play live at Benaroya Hall — in the big hall, not in the recital hall. Good as it is, the accoustic was too large. Quieter music was magical, but whenever it got louder the resonance of the hall blurred the sound. Not that Hamelin was ever crashy — not at all. He did...

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I had worked too much, until my brain was pudding, so the plan was: watch a fun movie, drink good wine, then sleep for eight or nine days. So I rented Guardians Of The Galaxy, Vol 2. "This will be fun," I thought. If anybody was ready to be forgiving, it was me. I had liked the first one after all...

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