Before I begin, I should state that I got this book from the GoodReads First Reads program. It didn't influence my review in any way.
Oh boy. I don't quite know where to start.
There are a number of lgbt books published which are categorized as GFY - gay for you - in which an ostensibly straight main character falls in love with another man and then spends the rest of the book proving his love and devotion to that man as the best boyfriend ever.
They're mostly pretty terrible.
I'm not saying they're all bad - I can think of examples in fiction, film, and even real life that were enjoyable and a lot of fun. But otherwise these books feature a character who identifies as straight until a big event happens (it's raining and he misses a party, it's the gay friend's birthday and all he wants is for the "straight" man to kiss him, he's bored and horny, etc.) and the man is suddenly deeply committed, willing to stand up and prove his love on the mountaintops, despite the fact that only a few pages ago he'd never thought about another man in a romantic fashion.
So basically, this book does that, quite shamelessly. However, this book is also way too long, tells us what's happening way too often, and doesn't really trust the reader to be able to interpret anything on their own. The author has a habit of telling us exactly what to think - we know Carol is bad because she literally tells us that she's bad. Later on, another characters tell us that she's bad and disgusting, but that he still wants to spend time with her (ostensibly so she can be humiliated and jettisoned from the book about 50 pages later). And it's like that with everybody - our narrators are so full of rage and fire that eventually we get to the point where you can tell when somebody is about to do something wrong because one of the narrators lets everybody know that they now hate this person and think that they're a terrible bastard.
So there's some lazy writing. Okay, I've survived that before. But the main characters grow so unlikeable as the story goes on. John, who starts off as a world renowned actor who is a bit self absorbed becomes increasingly needy, whiny, passive, active, kind, understanding, petulant, mean, and accommodating as whatever the current event calls for. Brian is a bit better, but he has a tendency to fly into unspeakable rages at the slightest provocation, as well as give in to John's increasingly bizarre demands. The whole thing seems less like a relationship and more like a codependent trainwreck that will only end in despair.
And I can't really blame the characters, because it's hard to really get to know who any of the characters are. Ben is written pretty well, but for the most part, everybody comes across less like a human being and more like the author was writing up a game she played with dolls ("John cried because he was sad. Carol was mean. Now John and Brian are kissing and falling in deep, never ending love."). None of the moments seem earned, and the characters seem to have regressed, rather than grown. We're left with these toys moving around the room, getting up to shenanigans, while it becomes more and more difficult to care about any of these people. In the end, you're left with a group of character traits that behave in increasingly unappealing ways.
As I said at the beginning of this review, I have, in fact, read and watched successful stories where straight men fell in love with gay men. This wasn't one of the successful stories. It was too long, too trite, and made up of unlikely characters in unlikely settings, none of which felt organic or real. I'm sure there are some people who will really enjoy this book... and I'm sure that if the author took the time to hone her craft, future books of hers could be good. But unfortunately, this is the book that I have, and I find it difficult to recommend it.