Skeeter, a 10th grader, has never had a date, but reads Shakespeare and romances and creates a passionate fictitious love life for herself with a basketball star, described in letters to pen pal Terry. Learning that Terry is coming to live nearby, Skeeter is in a panic that her lies will be discovered and puts on an elaborate act to avoid telling the truth. She asks the basketball star to pretend to be her boyfriend. He agrees, though his interest lies elsewhere. On close contact Skeeter discovers he is no prize anyway. Meanwhile, she meets a gorgeous new boy who turns out to be Terry. Horrors! This is the person with whom she shared intimate details about her time-of-the-month pimples and her torrid romance. But then love blossoms: this is a person who truly knows her, with whom she can be herself. The dialogue is sprinkled with references to friends who look like Beaver Cleaver, and seems more 60's than 80's; and the plot is too heavy on coincidence to be believable in this unfunny first novel.