i tend to like books written as letters or diaries, as i tend to have a harder time reminding myself it’s not real. the concept of anonymous letters from a freshman in high school written to a mysterious older person he doesn’t actually know somehow emphasizes that, even with the few awkward parts that struggle to maintain the weird circumstances (like forced explanations of how letters got mailed).
there’s a surprising amount of depth in the story though, and there’s a point where it was just impossible to stop reading. i wouldn’t have thought that something that could vividly recall many aspects of my experience of high school would avoid the common phony nostalgia — remembering an uncomfortable time like it was so much fun while it was happening. but somehow it does.