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 his friend, a boy, who lingers in his thoughts.
James’s secret letters are his safe space—but his truth can’t stay hidden for long. Will he come clean to his parents, his teammates, and himself, or is he destined to live a life of fiction?
This heartfelt debut novel explores the muddy landscape of truth and lies and lays bare the sometimes painful but often hopeful work of writing one’s own authentic story.
-Synopsis from Barnes and Noble
I didn’t know what to expect from True Letters From a Fictional Life since it is my first “coming out of the closet” book but I think it is great.
It was nice and heartbreaking at the same time to have a peek at the struggles of gay people and what they go through (I know this is just a fraction of happens in the real life) when people around them are not comfortable and have a hard time to come into terms with who and what they are.
Though it was a violation in his right to privacy, I kind of liked the fact that the letters were sent (not that they were intended to be sent) to people without James’ permission because I think he will just put off facing the things he has to deal with if not for this instance. Or worse, just fake his way through life. Sometimes a little nudge in the right direction is what we need to do things we would be scared to do otherwise.
True Letters From a Fictional Life is a wondrous read about accepting yourself and to heck with the world.
You view something twice and even though it’s the same thing, the two views have nothing to do with each other. That happens with people, too, I guess. You think you’re seeing someone accurately and then—suddenly—it turns out you had only a fuzzy, tiny idea of the real thing.
I’ve always wanted to wake up one day in a world where I liked the right people, and they liked me in return. I worry it’ll never happen.
I wish you could be the one I can’t take my eyes off of, the one I can’t stop thinking about. I really do. If there were a way to say we’re done and know that everything would stay the same between us, I’d do it in a second.
I remember him telling me that he just decided he had to make a choice. He could either be who everyone wanted him to be—and be miserable—or he could just ignore people who hated him, be himself, and be happy.
It’s only out of tune if you accept someone else’s definition of what’s in tune.
It doesn’t matter whether you feel courageous. Make them believe you are. You win this one by acting like you’re a happy, calm, strong kid, even when you don’t feel that way.
People who are afraid of what will happen if they will take a big leap.