⭐️⭐️½ (2.5 stars)
My reading experience, in percentages:
• 0–15%: What am I doing to myself? Why am I reading this? Why is this written like this?
• 15–40%: Okay… I guess I can get through it. Not great, but fine.
• 40–80%: The relationship is kind of working for me, but what is going on with this dirty talk and the sex? Why does this feel so uncomfortable and cringey?
• 80–95%: I am so close to DNFing this. Like, painfully close.
• 95–100%: I mean… I finished it. So there’s that.
I really wanted to like True Sight. The premise had potential, and there are moments where the story genuinely works, but overall this was a difficult and often frustrating read for me.
One thing I genuinely appreciated was Conrad choosing to go to therapy on his own. He recognizes that his behavior is not sustainable and that he is pushing people away, and that kind of self-awareness is refreshing. I also liked that therapy is a recurring element in the story instead of a one-time fix.
Moments like Conrad going to Henry’s house during the storm, remembering Henry’s fear and showing up for him, felt like real character growth and showed what this book could have been.
That said, the handling of therapy and medication is one of the book’s weakest points. Medication is introduced in an extremely unrealistic way: a prescription is written almost casually, with no proper intake, no gradual build-up, no meaningful follow-up, and no discussion of side effects. Both Conrad’s and Henry’s medication are mentioned once and then essentially forgotten.
The nightmares, which are the main reason Conrad seeks therapy in the first place, are brought up repeatedly throughout the book, yet are barely explored during the therapy sessions themselves. For something that is supposedly central to his healing, this lack of depth makes the entire mental health arc feel superficial and poorly researched.
The writing also struggles with pacing and structure. The beginning is hard to get into due to excessive and unnecessary description. Important moments are buried under details that add nothing to the emotional impact and often pull you out of the scene. While the middle of the book is more readable, the timeline of the relationship never feels quite right. We are told weeks and months pass, but many of those weeks are skipped or happen off-page, making the emotional progression feel rushed and incomplete. There simply are not enough meaningful, on-page interactions to support how quickly the relationship deepens.
The romance itself did not convince me. Attraction makes sense, but the emotional leap to love does not, especially given Conrad’s personality. His development feels abrupt rather than gradual, and too often his “grumpiness” is used as an excuse for him being genuinely an a-hole. He says and does things that are deeply insensitive toward someone he supposedly cares about, without enough reflection or consequence. Henry is just supposes to take and be understanding which is very unfair.
The portrayal of gay intimacy is another major issue. As someone who is not even gay, it was immediately obvious to me that there was little to no research done here. The sex scenes lack realism, particularly when it comes to preparation and communication. While explicit details are not necessary, some acknowledgment of how gay intimacy actually works is important. In this book, there is no preparation at all, not even the most basic kind, and the result feels careless rather than romantic. Combined with the sudden shift from sexual inexperience to confident dirty talk, it makes the smut feel forced, cringeworthy, and inconsistent with the characters. Don’t even get me started about how cringe the dirty talk was, because ugh…
Other elements suffer from the same lack of realism. Conrad’s lifestyle does not match how his body is described. The dog feels more like a prop than a meaningful part of his growth. Henry’s move from London to Charleston is never properly explained and feels random and plot-driven rather than organic. Even the cultural details often feel stereotypical rather than researched.
In the end, True Sight is not a terrible book, but it was a near-DNF for me more than once. It has good ideas and a few genuinely strong moments, but they are buried under rushed development, weak research, and excessive description. For me, this was a 2.5-star read 📚