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A review by justkaylareads
The House in the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune
5.0
✨“He stepped off the porch”✨
“I don’t need an accountant…I have other things to think about. Like tomorrow. Why is it that I must always worry about tomorrows?” p.31
“Gather your papers and your gigantic cat, Mr. Baker.” p.57
“It’s the little things. Little treasures we find without knowing their origin. And they come when we least expect them. It’s beautiful, when you think about it.” p.92
“Right. Because pets are friends. And since Mr. Baker’s cat is his wife, that’s like his best friend.” p.108-109
“Home is where you feel like yourself.” p.109
“I am here to observe and report. The fact that I must become a conversationalist in addition to my current duties is vexing.” p.129
By the time the raft set sail again, parchment flapping, his loafers were wet, his socks soaked, and he was breathing heavily. But he felt lighter somehow. Like he wasn’t paint blending into the wall. He felt real. He felt present. Almost like he could be seen.” p.140
Linus refused to be charmed. p.143
He was suddenly warm. A warm, round egg with pale limbs. p.176
“I’m a boy! Chauncey exclaimed. He frowned. “I think.” / “You are whoever you want to be,” Arthur told him, patting him between the eyes. p.181
“I’m just me…I don’t know how to be anyone but who I already am. This is how I’ve always been. It’s not much, but I do the best I can with what I have.” p.192
“But it’s still nice…It wasn’t there, and now it is. That’s all that really matters in the long run.” p.197
“You were…thinking about me?” / “Constantly.” p.221
Now the tips of their shoes did touch. Their knees bumped together. And yet, Linus didn’t take a step back. Neither did Arthur. / “Do you like to dance?” p.229
His slacks were too short for his legs again. His socks were purple. Linus was doomed. p.256
“I hope you’re ready to be amazed. My garden makes all those ones on your picture wall look like crap.” p.262
“I don’t know why you can’t see it.” / “See what?” / “You. Everything you are.” p.280
“You are a fire, and they need to know how you burn.” p.305
“Come on. Let’s leave the dumb adults to it. We absolutely will go inside and start dinner and not watch them through the windows.” p.381
“How I cherish you.” p.383
“Thank you.” / “For what?” / “This. Everything. All this color.” p.395
“I don’t need an accountant…I have other things to think about. Like tomorrow. Why is it that I must always worry about tomorrows?” p.31
“Gather your papers and your gigantic cat, Mr. Baker.” p.57
“It’s the little things. Little treasures we find without knowing their origin. And they come when we least expect them. It’s beautiful, when you think about it.” p.92
“Right. Because pets are friends. And since Mr. Baker’s cat is his wife, that’s like his best friend.” p.108-109
“Home is where you feel like yourself.” p.109
“I am here to observe and report. The fact that I must become a conversationalist in addition to my current duties is vexing.” p.129
By the time the raft set sail again, parchment flapping, his loafers were wet, his socks soaked, and he was breathing heavily. But he felt lighter somehow. Like he wasn’t paint blending into the wall. He felt real. He felt present. Almost like he could be seen.” p.140
Linus refused to be charmed. p.143
He was suddenly warm. A warm, round egg with pale limbs. p.176
“I’m a boy! Chauncey exclaimed. He frowned. “I think.” / “You are whoever you want to be,” Arthur told him, patting him between the eyes. p.181
“I’m just me…I don’t know how to be anyone but who I already am. This is how I’ve always been. It’s not much, but I do the best I can with what I have.” p.192
“But it’s still nice…It wasn’t there, and now it is. That’s all that really matters in the long run.” p.197
“You were…thinking about me?” / “Constantly.” p.221
Now the tips of their shoes did touch. Their knees bumped together. And yet, Linus didn’t take a step back. Neither did Arthur. / “Do you like to dance?” p.229
His slacks were too short for his legs again. His socks were purple. Linus was doomed. p.256
“I hope you’re ready to be amazed. My garden makes all those ones on your picture wall look like crap.” p.262
“I don’t know why you can’t see it.” / “See what?” / “You. Everything you are.” p.280
“You are a fire, and they need to know how you burn.” p.305
“Come on. Let’s leave the dumb adults to it. We absolutely will go inside and start dinner and not watch them through the windows.” p.381
“How I cherish you.” p.383
“Thank you.” / “For what?” / “This. Everything. All this color.” p.395