BIGGEST FAN

Diary Entry #1

Oh, sweet mercy, where do I even begin with AK Bennett? He’s unlike anyone I’ve ever known—well, not known known, but it feels like I know him, like he’s inside my head, writing things I’ve never even dared to think. His books, they’re... oh, they’re raw. So raw it hurts. He doesn’t just write stories—he writes truth, and I think that’s why people say he’s dangerous. He uses real life, real people, real events, and twists them into something that feels so intimate and forbidden, I can’t even explain it. But I don’t want him to stop.

People say he’s crossed every line, that he’s reckless and offensive, but that’s what makes him a genius, isn’t it? He’s not afraid to dig into the dark, messy parts of life that the rest of us are too scared to face. He uses people from his life, they say—maybe even from my life. And honestly? I wouldn’t mind. I hope he’s writing about me, because every time I turn a page, it’s like he’s looking right into my soul and pulling out things I didn’t even know were there. It’s like we have this connection, this... unspoken understanding. He gets me, and I think—no, I know—I get him too.

Of course, people in church would never understand. They’d say I need to stop reading his work, that it’s messing with my head, but they don’t know what it’s like. I’ve never felt so alive, so seen. I know there’s something different about me—something I can’t really explain—and maybe that’s why I’m so drawn to him. Maybe he feels it too.

I’ll just say it: AK Bennett is the only person who truly understands me! I KNOW he’s writing about me and for me, and I need him to keep going. Maybe he’s dangerous. Maybe I’m a little dangerous too. WHO CARES!

I AM HIS BIGGEST FAN!!!!