Crawled Document Text Preview (Page 1 Excerpt)
[Page 2] “Heartfelt, romantic, and quietly groundbreaking. This book will save lives.” —Becky Albertalli, NewYork Times bestselling author of Simon vs. The Homo Sapiens Agenda “Tender and bursting with humanity, I Wish You All the Best tells a heartwarming queer love story without compromise.” —Meredith Russo, Stonewall Award–winning author of If I Was Your Girl “A beacon of hope in a broken world. We all need this book.” —Nic Stone, New York Times bestselling author of Dear Martin “Emotional and heartfelt … This is the sort of novel that goes beyond being important; it has the potential to save and change lives.” —Kheryn Callender, Stonewall Award–winning author of Hurricane Child and This is Kind of an Epic Love Story “A truly unique and beautiful debut.” —Adi Alsaid, author of Let’s Get Lost “Profoundly poignant and often swoon-worthy … a stunning gift to the world.” —Jay Coles, author of Tyler Johnson Was Here “Animportant and inspiring debut about identity, acceptance, friendship, familial relationships, and the people who become your family.” —Sabina Khan, author of The Love and Lies of Rukhsana Ali “A soft, sweet, and incredibly important story about a nonbinary teen finding their voice. This book is going to be so important to so many people.” —Alice Oseman, author of Radio Silence “A welcome addition to the growing body of LGBTQIAP+ literature.” — Booklist [Page 3] “Ben, honey, are you feeling well?” Mom plucks the plate from in front of me, with most of my dinner still on it, untouched. I’d taken maybe one or two bites before it fell into my stomach like a rock and what little appetite I’d had to begin with was gone. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I tell her. Always easier to just tell her that. It’s better than having her pull out the thermometer and every bottle of medication we have in the cabinet. “Just a lot on my mind.” There. Not a total lie. “School?” Dad asks. I nod. “You aren’t falling behind, are you?” “No, just a lot going on.” Again, not a total lie. Is it really even a lie if I’m just withholding certain information? “Well,” Mom starts. “As long as you’re keeping your grades up. When does your report card come in?” “Next week.” It’ll be all As, except in English, which will probably earn me a “We’re not angry, just disappointed.” “Are you sure you’re feeling okay? You know these temperature changes have always gotten to you.” Mom walks back over to me and brushes the hair away from my forehead. “You do feel a little warm.” “I’m fine.” I shake her hand away. “I promise, just tired.” [Page 4] And I think that’s enough for her because she gives me this little smile. “All right.” She’s still staring at me as she walks away. “We should schedule you a haircut, it’s getting too long in the back.” “Okay.” I sip some water to give myself something to do. “Did I tell y’all that Gabby Daniels had to drop