I’m not going to lie, A Thousand Perfect Notes hurt me.
It left a scar slashed across my heart, and I can barely stop thinking about it. The characters were so heartbreakingly real, and the events so twisted, so devastating that I ended the book sobbing.
I never thought I’d read another book that would impact me so much, that would be able to get past my high ‘try not to feel emotion’ walls and make me cry.
Yet C.G Drews did it again, with The Boy Who Steals Houses.
I didn’t think I could love another book as much as I loved A Thousand Perfect Notes, but it’s becoming startling clear to me that the more I underestimate Cait, the more I’m going to look like a complete fool. Because yet again, she has stolen my heart – my emotions and my “favourite book” spot.
This time with her latest release.
So here are my thoughts on The Boy Who Steals Houses by C.G Drews.
(Huge thank you to Dom for sending me an ARC copy in exchange for a review!!)
Stealing houses is one thing, but stealing lives is another.
Sam never meant to claim anything over than an empty bed for a night. He never meant to claim friends that weren’t his, or a family for that matter.
But he did. And it’d be weird if he just disappeared now, right?
Sam was realistic. He was a storm of emotions, flickering from delightfully happy to guttingly terrified in the space of one second. He felt so real, so dynamic that I felt I would explode if I couldn’t succeed in pulling him into a hug right freaking now. And believe me, Sam needs a hug.
All his life, he’s been on the run. And been in charge of protecting his older brother. With the weight of these two things on his shoulders, he’s never had the chance to settle.
To create the life he’s always dreamed of.
So when the chance comes to seize that life, to pretend to be someone he’s not for a few hours – just a few hours – of happiness, he takes it. Without hesitation. With the determination of a worryingly head-strong bull, Sam charges into De Lainey life without worrying about breaking the china.
Although, not literally. Not only do the De Lainey’s not own china plates, but Sam does worry. He worries about everything. He worries he’ll be found out, he worries he’ll slip up. He worries about his autistic brother Avery, who has gone awhol and is avoiding him like a plague.
There is so much emotional angst in this book and I consumed it all within the space of a few hours and I can gladly say I’m a little broken as a result. Honestly, it’s a small book so it’s not surprising I flew through it but there’s so much heart break packed in so few pages and HOW DO YOU SUCCESSFULLY HURT ME LIKE THIS CAIT???
That is to say, I loved it.
The Boy Who Steals Houses has also stolen my heart.