- All's Well That Ends Well
- Antony and Cleopatra
- As You Like It
- The Comedy of Errors
- Coriolanus
- Cymbeline
- Hamlet
- Henry IV, Part 1
- Henry IV, Part 2
- Henry V
- Henry VI, Part 1
- Henry VI, Part 2
- Henry VI, Part 3
- Henry VIII
- Julius Caesar
- King John
- King Lear
- Love's Labor's Lost
- A Lover's Complaint
- Macbeth
- Measure for Measure
- The Merchant of Venice
- The Merry Wives of Windsor
- A Midsummer Night's Dream
- Much Ado About Nothing
- Othello
- Pericles
- The Rape of Lucrece
- Richard II
- Richard III
- Romeo and Juliet
- Shakespeare's Sonnets
- The Taming of the Shrew
- The Tempest
- Timon of Athens
- Titus Andronicus
- Troilus and Cressida
- Twelfth Night
- The Two Gentlemen of Verona
- Venus and Adonis
- The Winter's Tale
This quote occurs after Alison has quickly explored her associations with her father, from early childhood (when he was a fun-killing presence) to her teenage years when they bonded over books after Alison enrolled in Bruce’s high school English course. Fiction brings Bruce and Alison together, and they grow even closer once they are physically separated in reality. The tragic irony of Bruce and Alison’s relationship is that the father and daughter were really quite similar—both were bookish and struggling with society’s (and their family’s) expectations that went against their queer gender identities. However, they only really ever got to…