Oh, Teddy. My sweet, sweet Teddy. I want to squish him in a giant hug. And maybe Connor too for writing such a hilarious, poignant story.
But I also want to shake Connor and ask him WHY, FOR THE LOVE OF JEEBUS, DID YOU HAVE TO TEAR ME APART IN THE FIRST CHAPTER????
I loved the concept of Camp Diversity and the unique way campers were sorted into cabins (by sexuality) to prevent any shenanigans. This process wasn’t fool-proof as the reader learns.
Teddy’s cabinmates were an absolute pleasure and added just the right balance to Teddy and Travis.
There’s Rufus, the joyful, friendly asexual:
“I mean, sexual fantasies are awesome…but contemplating actually having sex is just not that appealing.”
Chastity, the snarky, cynical (but caring underneath all that superficial barbed wire) bff:
“I’m allergic to happiness, not fun.”
And then there’s Travis, the unexpected (at least to Teddy) love interest.
He was hot. He was gay. He couldn’t see me eating a candy bar.
I was overjoyed when Teddy finally saw his worth and let himself just be with Travis.
He was a hot guy and I was…Teddy.
Oh, but Teddy, that’s what makes you perfect.
Of course, Connor had to tear me apart again with one of the most perfect, tender lines I’ve ever read:
He was beautiful in the ways that mattered.
So are you, Teddy.