Lots of people like to say they don't like rating memoirs because the idea of rating someone's life story is icky to them. Well I can say that I have no qualms about that. "Dear Queer Self" is an extremely over told queer story that has absolutely nothing new to say. In fact, the ending of this book had me wondering if I had gotten an edition that had had the last few chapter's ripped out of it. A memoir is suppose to reflect on questions and issues in the lives of both the reader and the author. Usually the author comes to some kind of statement or revolution about these ideas and writes the memoir to share with the class. "Dear Queer Self" just kind of ends unceremoniously, almost in mid thought. I was honestly enjoying the book until it ended. Which really sucks because I think Alexander has a really interesting voice and perspective that could really make this over told queer narrative into something interested if he had just, I don't know, had an idea of the ideas he wanted to share or had a theses statement. I enjoyed that this is addressed to his younger self, even if it feels like he has nothing to say to his younger self.

2-3-ish book. Its kind of just okay. Nothing magical