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Off the Shelf
By Kerry Fiallo
| Wednesday, January 27, 2016
We like to romanticize the age of sixteen.
Pop culture tells us it’s a turning point, filled with sweet
birthdays and sexual awakenings. Mine was not that dramatic, but sixteen was
a turning point for me, though not for any of the reasons that John Hughes
claimed it would be. At sixteen I was introduced to Brideshead Revisited by
Evelyn Waugh, the kind of eccentric writer whom only England can produce.
Waugh’s delicious coming-of-age tale of star-crossed lovers and sexually
ambiguous pretty boys drinking their way through guilt trips over religion
and lost love provided an admittedly romantic backdrop to my own rocky
adolescent journey to adulthood. READ
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