My aunt and her "housemate" first went to Hawaii in the late 50's and fell in love with the place. As they got older, they started going three or four times a year. When I got my driver's license, I suddenly got hired to watch their house while they were gone. It was a great gig for a teenager; a beautiful house high on a hill, plus a cool car to use. One of the first times I was staying there, I was looking around for a book to read. I came across this paperback called THE BIG NICKELODEON by Maritta Wolff. To me, it was the greatest book ever written. It took place around the movie industry (marginally) plus plenty of sex and violence. But most importantly, the book had gay characters and they weren't just stereotypes. I read that book every time I stayed at their house.
