Another Goodreads 5 Star Review for The Story of Teddy and Eddie

Diane's Review
Jan 16, 2016

This is So Good!

It took a while for me to adjust to the way the author wove his way through the narrator's life as he revisited memories.

 I hated what happened to Michael... Why couldn't it have been Elaine? 

I think I figured out why christmas is never capitalized throughout the story. 

I loved Rosalie and wanted to throttle Mr. Santini. 

Teddy and Eddie need to spend some time soaking up love and acceptance from Rosalie and Anthony. 

College really was a time of self-discovery and this author delved into it superbly! 

I'm looking forward to reading more by James Halat. I'm certain he has more to share and such a unique way of doing so!

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