Did I read this book or did it read me? This question, much like this book, is what haunts me.
Review: The House in the Cerulean Sea by T.J. Klune
I feel pretty defective for not enjoying this book the way everyone else seems to have. Like I get why it’s so raved about and deeply loved, but it’s not my favourite cup of tea.
Overhyped Books Just Aren’t Worth It Anymore
Just because something is profusely talked about doesn’t automatically make it good. What a lesson to learn.
