"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

I’m only thirteen and probably too young to admire you but I don’t care if I’m crazy about you because you are my one and only love in my life. You, only you can be uplifting to me when I feel blue. Each and everyone of your songs describe my whole life basically. I can’t even explain how much I love you. I discovered you at the young age of 2, when my mother used to make me watch your hit movies like Blue Hawaii, Kissin’ Cousins and much more. I have vague memories of your movies and it always gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling because I’m happy I got to have “Elvis Presley, The King Of Rock & Roll” in my childhood memories. Most kids today don’t have the privilege to listen to your great music. They prefere twenty-one Pilots, Justin Bieber, Ariana Grande, one direction and so on. I want to literally kill myself so badly when I listen to today’s music because it’s just too much garbage. Where did the times go? Where you were the main heartthrob of all the teenage girls, when Martin Luther King made history, when J.F.K was president, when Marilyn was the number one sex symbol… Why was I born in the discusting generation? Where everybody is killing eachother, the sentence “Black Lives Matter” has a use, where the Muslims are suddenly a threat to all the humans on earth and so on. Why wasn’t I born in 1935? Like you, I would kill to live in the end of the 30’s, the 40’s, the 50’s or the 60’s and to meet you so I can be your wife or girlfriend like Priscilla. She was fourteen when she met you in 1959. I will be fourteen in February and I’m still waiting for my Elvis to come and enchant me into a Rock & Roll dream. On my wall, in front of my desk, in my room, I have a nice picture of you from 1968. Under it, it says “ELVIS PRESLEY, KING OF ROCK AND ROLL, Jan. 8th 1935-Aug. 16 1977” . I’m a Catholic, Christian but I pray to that picture. I ask you to watch over me, good times and bad. To see and assure me that I will find my Elvis and that he’ll be the right one. I love you and thank you for everything if you do watch over me. Have fun with Scotty Moore, your old guitarist who recently died in June and Bill Black, who played the chello for you back in the 50’s. I hope you are having a swell time with your mother, father and grandmother in heaven eating a nice family meal every night.