Raymi,

I received your book yesetrday and I missed my ‘International migrations’ 1pm class because of it :-< You must get only good feedback so it will just be another boring email but hear this: You have balls. I fucking respect that, especially in Art. Your prose is unafraid and yet you admit being afraid sometimes, the writing is vulnerable but in a don’t-give-a-fuck-nothing-to-lose-way. It is fair to say, I believe, that this is quite rare in waves of Post Modern cynical literature. And it’s refreshing, because you’re Gen Y but you’re not cynical. Jaded yes, sad maybe, but at the end of the day very much alive, as funny as it may sound to you. And this life, as shitty as it can be sometimes, you pass it on to your readers and maybe they in turn turn you into some kind of icon just because they have no one else to look up to, or maybe because they recognize themselves in you, but at the end of the day what you do is just what artists do: make other people’s lives more meaningful. So fuck, we owe you one for being fearless yet full of fears and doubts, Raymi. Jessica