This was a charming, sad, upbeat, profound coming of age, coming out book. He thinks he just might possibly be the reincarnation of the deity, that his skin is turning blue, and that he will have a major ‘reveal’ at the end of the school year. But he gets this idea that he is the flute-playing blue-skinned Hindu god Krishna. He doesn’t fit in anywhere, not with his family, not with his schoolmates, not with the other Punjabi kids in his parents’ circle of friends. The twelve-year-old protagonist is gay, Punjabi, and living in, of all places, Cincinnati. Was this a mystery? (Somebody stole the famous painting?) A depressing memoir? A discussion of the Blues genre of music?īut no, it is none of those. And when I do, I forget what it was about, and I just pick stuff by the title from my growing Kindle list. I download anything that looks interesting, and don’t get around to reading it sometimes for months and months. I had no idea what this was going to be about.
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