Review: Tell Me It’s Real by T.J. Klune
Ah, this book. This book was different. I like different. If you’re looking for a nice, hot piece of smut (and there’s nothing wrong with that), this is not it. This is a ridiculously irreverent, hilariously funny story that has moments of brilliance and depth that just sneak up on you.
I’m not going to summarize the plot…you can read the blurb. A lot of other reviews for this book were really hard on the main character, Paul, who has some neuroses and self-esteem issues. He really resonated with me because his internal dialogue sounded a hell of a lot like mine. I think anyone who’s suffered from self-doubt and body issues can relate to Paul.
This book had me cracking up so hard, I can’t even tell you how many times I woke the baby. Paul’s humor is not for the faint of heart, but luckily I don’t have that problem. I loved Vince as well. His character went a long way to show that no one is perfect, and people find their matches in unexpected places. Don’t even get me started on Sandy. The friendship between Paul and Sandy honestly made me jealous! But it also didn’t interfere with Paul and Vince’s connection, so that was even better.
This book also had some important lessons about loving your children unconditionally. While they were hilarious, so much could be learned from Paul’s parents and the way they treated him.
Here are some of my favorite lines:
If you’re responsible enough to become a parent, then you should be responsible enough to accept your kid no matter how they turn out. It doesn’t matter if they’re disabled or gay or not as smart as others or green or black or blue or whatever the hell they turn out to be. You have them, you love them. Always. Being a parent isn’t about getting to pick and choose what you want your kid to be. Being a parent means protecting your kid from anything that could ever harm him. Being a parent means you shelter, but you also make them stronger so one day they can stand on their own.
I choked on my tongue. “Did you just make a dying joke?” I asked in awe. “Too soon?” she asked.
“Nocturnal emissions are wet dreams!” I shouted at him and then ran around him and back up the stairs. I tripped, but that’s cool.
“Dad? Do me a favor. Never say ‘get with that’ ever again. You’ve just fried my brain.
My father nodded as if this made complete sense. “You a pony, son?” he asked me. I tried to keep from screaming. “No, Dad. I’m not a pony.”
“Butthole bitch,” Johnny Depp said. “You stay out of this,” I warned the bird.
“All my bones are broken because of your face!”
“I’m going to Freddie Prinze Junior you so hard when we get there,” he growled in my ear. “I don’t think you get the concept yet.”
“I don’t have to be anyone else but myself with Paul, and I think that’s okay with him.”
Now if that didn’t entice you, I don’t know what will. I don’t have words to explain the funny.
So just read it. Trust me.