I read The House in the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune this weekend. It was a recommendation from my mom and ever since I googled it and saw a review saying the book was like being wrapped in a big, gay blanket I knew it would be a story for me.
It was, in fact, like being wrapped in a big, gay blanket.
If I hadn’t already run away to live quietly dwell by a large body of water, I would have after this book. It was magical and warm and full of atypical, powerful children — including the six-year-old antichrist, Lucifer who goes by Lucy — who warm your fucking heart. It’s the kind of book that if everyone read it, there wouldn’t be much room left for hatred. Or cubicle offices. Plenty of room instead for make-believe in the woods, music, gardening, and love — for found family, for quiet romance, for yourself.
Even the cover makes you want to wrap yourself up in, don’t you think?
One of the best books I’ve ever read.
With Love,
Natalie