Reading this was a pretty interesting experience. A good one and one I was happy to have had, but...? In many ways, this memoir was exactly what I expected. It was almost comedic how easily I could guess which movies had been most impactful to Page and had the best sets/casts. And of course, coming out stories are only so many flavors of the same feelings. None of this is bad, and I was happy with the quality of the writing and the journey.

What caught me off guard was how bleak this memoir could be—easily comparable to I'm Glad My Mom Died. I like when things are truthful and I don't mind reading something depressing, but I was definitely unprepared. While I'm happy I took the time to read this, I'm definitely just as happy to be finished. I'm happy Elliot is past those chapters in his life as well. I hope his life doesn't require a second memoir like this, but I'd love to see him write again.