Tell Me It’s Real by TJ Klune is that one book people always recommend when someone is looking for something funny to read. I’ve heard for years that this is the book people use as a go to when they’re really looking for a laugh.
If anything, people undersold how funny this book is. I’ve never laughed so hard at a book in my life.
Paul’s brain works so differently than most people’s. Calling him quirky would be an understatement. TJ used first-person to expertly craft and portray a person so unique that you’ll never forget him.
I couldn’t pick one thing in this book that was my favorite but I can try and list some of the things I adored:
- Paul’s family–dear Lord, those three provided a fair portion of the comedic antics in this book
- Wheels–books with pets are always awesome, this little guy even more special than usual
- Johnny Depp–Paul’s grandmother’s parrot was insanely funny
- Sandy/Helena–made me want a best friend who was a drag queen
- the way everyone (pets included) loved Vince immediately and how it drove Paul crazy
There’s so much more but those are the highlights. Honestly, this book is amazing and everyone should read it.
The first chapter is one of the greatest openings to a book I’ve ever read. It immediately sets the tone as hysterical and delivers to the very end.
Tell Me It’s Real is a one of a kind book. TJ Klune created such unique characters and wove a story that’s humorous and emotional all at once. Anyone who has ever felt different will relate to Paul and enjoy this story. I know I did.
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Do you believe in love at first sight?
Paul Auster doesn’t. Paul doesn’t believe in much at all. He’s thirty, slightly overweight, and his best features are his acerbic wit and the color commentary he provides as life passes him by. His closest friends are a two-legged dog named Wheels and a quasibipolar drag queen named Helena Handbasket. He works a dead-end job in a soul-sucking cubicle, and if his grandmother’s homophobic parrot insults him one more time, Paul is going to wring its stupid neck.
Enter Vince Taylor.
Vince is everything Paul isn’t: sexy, confident, and dumber than the proverbial box of rocks. And for some reason, Vince pursues Paul relentlessly. Vince must be messing with him, because there is no way Vince could want someone like Paul.
But when Paul hits Vince with his car—in a completely unintentional if-he-died-it’d-only-be-manslaughter kind of way—he’s forced to see Vince in a whole new light. The only thing stopping Paul from believing in Vince is himself—and that is one obstacle Paul can’t quite seem to overcome. But when tragedy strikes Vince’s family, Paul must put aside any notions he has about himself and stand next to the man who thinks he’s perfect the way he is.