True Letters From a Fictional Life

Finished True Letters From a Fictional Life by Kenneth Logan.  I received a copy from the publisher for review.

Summary (from Goodreads):

If you asked anyone in his small Vermont town, they’d tell you the facts: James Liddell, star athlete, decent student and sort-of boyfriend to cute, peppy Theresa, is a happy, funny, carefree guy.

But whenever James sits down at his desk to write, he tells a different story. As he fills his drawers with letters to the people in his world–letters he never intends to send–he spills the truth: he’s trying hard, but he just isn’t into Theresa. It’s a boy who lingers in his thoughts.

He feels trapped by his parents, his teammates, and the lies they’ve helped him tell, and he has no idea how to escape. Is he destined to live a life of fiction?”

This book was  a little bit of a slow burn for me but it didn’t take long before I was completely in love with it.  I especially liked James, who was trying so hard to pretend that he was straight.  It didn’t help that he really did love Theresa—he just didn’t LOVE her.  He loved spending time with her and he loved the way that people treated them when they were together.  They were the ideal couple, except for the fact that he wasn’t attracted to her at all. (And I absolutely felt awful for Theresa, because while she knew that something was wrong between them, she had absolutely no idea that it was THAT.)

This ended up being such a sweet book, and I love every relationship in it—the romantic one, of course, but also the ones that James had with his brothers, and with his friends.  We all deserve people like that in our lives.



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