Reseña del libro "Suppression (en Inglés)"
Nothing could be more idyllic than growing up in a small Oklahoman town as I did. At least it was until I began the third grade. Then things changed and, believe me, not for the better. But perhaps the worst of all that occurred was the end of my friendship with the girl three doors down from my home, a relationship I had imagined, even in that prepubescence age, would last forever.But the warm sunshine of that effervescent childhood was over-dead. As dead as any future that consisted of more than some two-bit job leading nowhere and promising nothing but death after retirement. I was one of those: the losers, the socially inept, the last to be chosen, a bottom feeder, the slow-witted, the never to succeed, forever to be stuck in this town, never to escape, with zero prospects of having anything else but a lonely and stunted life, being an outsider, a nobody, inside a community where everyone knew everyone else.It was hard enough to accept, worse to endure. But standing alone by my bedroom window and peering out far too many countless times and catching sight of Rachel Magnussen outside her house, my situation grew to become untenable: Rachel of beauty, of athleticism, of intelligence, full of social grace and verve. She was leading a charmed life. I was cursed. As she triumphantly ascended into her mid-teenage years, I was on a never ending swirling descent into the gutter, simply struggling for existence. She had everything. I had nothing.The girl of my dreams was just that, and I had to suppress my feelings for her. I couldn't let her know and have myself crushed beyond what I already was. And it was impossible to believe she might share any of the same emotions for me that I held tightly inside myself for her, not with a nerdy, stupid, pimply faced and proverbial 90 lb weakling named Ryan Nielsen.Then the unexpected happened. Someone came into my life, someone who asked me: "Is this all you want?" If ever there was a rhetorical question-that was the one. Yes, yes, yes, YES! I wanted more. I wanted better. I wanted Rachel. And the funny thing was: I discovered my feelings for the girl down the street were not all of what was suppressed within me.Then the improbable, the impossible, came to be. I had both almost within my grasp: a brand new future, one I could never have anticipated, and Rachel. And then I was betrayed...
