family-drama, interracial, gay, in the closet, immigrant family,
high school, mentor
SynopsisRV is a good kid, starting his freshman year at the demanding Boston Latin School. Though his genes didn’t give him a lot of good things, they did give him a decent brain. So he’s doing his best to keep up in high school, despite all the additional pressures he’s facing: His
his class. And to RV’s surprise, Bobby admits he may have gay feelings, too.
Why Can't Life Be Like Pizza? is a realistic young adult novel by Andy V Roamer.
This coming of age tale follows RV as he questions his sexuality, deals with family issues, and more. He's a boy who knows he's gay, but tries dating girls. His story is one of struggles, including problems with friends, dating, and family. It includes self-doubt, homophobia, and a hate crime.
The author tackles many serious and poignant themes throughout. He explores that every household has their secrets; that no family is as they seem. He illustrates cultural, immigration and racial struggles.
The writing is great, with the author's voice being realistic of the RV's age and struggles. The writing is fluid and the story line relevant.
The following line is wonderful. "You don't know how bad holding secrets feel until you let go of them." Not only do LGBTQA people suffer from holding secrets, everyone suffers from this issue. And, yes, the weight that falls off one's shoulders when they let go of said secrets is life altering.
Why Can't Life Be Like Pizza? is a tale of questioning oneself, questioning labels, and keeping secrets. This Andy V Roamer novel is well worth a read by any teen looking for proof that they aren't alone in the world. It's a wonderful story for anyone who struggles with trying to figure out where they fit in.
ExcerptWhy Can’t Life Be Like Pizza?
think. And Joe’s combinations are the best. Pepperoni and onions. Garlic and mushroom. Cheese and chicken. And if you really want that little kick in the old butt: the super jalapeno. Mmmm, good. Gets you going again. And lets you forget all your troubles.
my parents spend more time worrying about the big things: politics, communism, fascism, global warming, and the fact they and their parents survived violence and jail so I-better-be-grateful-I’m-not-miserable-like-kids-in-other-parts-of-the-world.
Tall and skinny with an uncoordinated walk because of my big feet that get in the way and make me feel like a clod. Oh, yeah. I’ve been getting some zits lately, and I wear glasses since I’m pretty nearsighted. Not a pretty sight, is it? At least the glasses are not too thick. Mom and Dad don’t have a lot of money to spend, but they did fork up the money to get me thin lenses, so I don’t look like a complete zomboid.
show them,” but “you’ll wipe all their noses.” Lithuanians have a funny way of expressing themselves. Not sure I aspire to wiping anyone’s nose when I get older, but that’s what they say.
history too. It was founded in 1635, a year before Harvard. They already gave us a speech about that.
pushing me to hang around with because they say it’s important to be part of the immigrant community. And I even get pressure from cretinous jerks in the neighborhood.
about my new life. My life away from cretins—Lith, American, or any other kind.
there because they said the neighborhood was getting too rough. They promised I wouldn’t get beat up so much in West Roxbury. I don’t know. West Roxbury is better, but I still have gotten a few black-and-blue marks with “made in West Roxbury” on them, so as far as I’m concerned it isn’t any perfect place either.
organization we’re not supposed to talk about—you know, the scary one from Italy that’s into murder, racketeering, and drugs. Two guys were horsing around in the back of the class and Mr. Bologna came right up to them, said a few words under his breath, and just stared at them. Boy, did they settle down fast. I’m no troublemaker, but I’ll really have to watch myself. Don’t want to deal with the Bologna stare if I can help it.
that is. Maybe He’s not answering because He doesn’t exist.
communism, terrorism, and global warming. Like I said, I’ve always felt a little out of step with the rest of humanity.