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Ugly Betty
Mar. 24th, 2010 11:49 pm( Million Dollar Smile )
Because certain things on Ugly Betty vaguely remind me of this, I'm going to take the opportunity to recommend Steve Kluger's Almost Like Being in Love.
It's about Travis and Craig, who fall in love their senior year of high school. The spend the following summer together before attending their respective colleges. They keep in touch for a while, but then begin to drift apart. Twenty years later they're both living pretty great lives. And then Travis realizes he's still in love with Craig and has to do something about it.
The story switches POV and is told in narrative as well as letters and e-mails and collected bits of writing. I kind of adore Travis and Craig and the book over all. It's a quick read, not too heavy. It makes me happy.
I'll leave you with a bit from Travis' narrative:
Because certain things on Ugly Betty vaguely remind me of this, I'm going to take the opportunity to recommend Steve Kluger's Almost Like Being in Love.
It's about Travis and Craig, who fall in love their senior year of high school. The spend the following summer together before attending their respective colleges. They keep in touch for a while, but then begin to drift apart. Twenty years later they're both living pretty great lives. And then Travis realizes he's still in love with Craig and has to do something about it.
The story switches POV and is told in narrative as well as letters and e-mails and collected bits of writing. I kind of adore Travis and Craig and the book over all. It's a quick read, not too heavy. It makes me happy.
I'll leave you with a bit from Travis' narrative:
I don't know why I did it. It wasn't even premeditated. Kerry Fusaro was singing "Almost Like Being in Love" and all I had to do was wait for a cue from Craig and push a flat onto the stage. Period. We've done it a hundred thousand times before. But one of the baby-blue spots picked that moment to spill over into the wings and light him up--all 5-foot-8 of him, holding his clipboard and wearing his white T-shirt and winking at me with the one-dimple smile that nobody but yours truly ever gets, with the little crinkles around the corners of his eyes. DEFCON 3! DEFCON 3! The next thing I knew, I was wrapping my foot around the brace so that the damned flat wouldn't move, just before I heard myself whispering (in a terrific impersonation of panic), "Craig, it's stuck!" What's the matter with me?! Naturally I got the one-dimple thing again while he moved behind my marks and slid his arms around my chest to help me push. With his chin in my neck. And his nose in my ear. As he began humming "Almost Like Being in Love" right along with Kerry. It would have served me right if I'd had a cerebral aneurysm on the spot. Instead, I forgot all about my foot--until we shoved the flat onto the stage. I think we broke my ankle.
This is bullshit. I have finals to worry about.
- p. 19
