After years of reading queer lit, to read something so relentlessly heterosexual is a bit jarring. It started off promising, but I began to grow considerably less interested after the enthusiastic description of how the main character's best friend got his millions through the fine art of rendering breasts. Thanks, Robin, for reminding me why I don't read books by straight men.

A simple story that reads more like a children's book than an adult novel. I do take some issue with the 'lessons' in the book, but at it's heart it's about how books can make us better people.

KJ Charles has yet to let me down. I enjoyed the ADHD rep, it's refreshing to see someone get it right for once. The plot is excellently gothic, a series of twisty clues that led to a reveal that was both surprising and not. (I half-guessed it) Also, !00% the best epilogue I've ever read.

A beautifully optimistic book that does not shy away from the ugliness of history but reminds the reader that people can change and change the world, even if only a small bit at a time.

Have you ever read a book so enthralling you stayed up until 3am to finish it and then it just punched you in the face for your enthusiasm? It’s been ages since I read a book that stayed with me like this. The beautiful imagery of the prose and Anthony’s poetically creepy ‘paper cuts’ made me itch with the need to either write or paint. I was rooting for these boys right up until the last page. The ending was tragically in line with the themes of the story but like—OUCH. Still, I’ve ordered a copy for my library. I’d like to reread it for one of my projects.