A review by tamara_reads
You've Reached Sam by Dustin Thao

5.0

Thank you Wednesday Books and Netgalley for providing me with this book in exchange of an honest review!

TW: Death of a loved one, grief, depression, and bullying.

Pros: How can I even begin describing how great this book is? And how every single person should read it at least once in their life?

I adore every single thing about this book. I think that it is perfect in every single way possible and that I will never be able to find a book that is as good as this one. You've reached Sam has shown me heartbreak and grief in the rawest way possible, it has shown me how different people grieve, how they cope...

The twist of magical realism was done perfectly. It is beautifully written and so believable although we all know that being able to call a person we love who is dead is impossible.

Sam and Julie were meant for each other. They deserved so much more time together and its heartbreaking to know that Julie now has to live without him. To see some of Julie's memories of when they were still together, when Sam was still alive, broke my heart. I was a sobbing mess throughout the entire book, ugly crying the entire time but it was so worth it.

I loved how Julie's friend group was there for her almost the entire time. How they always gave her as much time as she needed to recover from Sam's loss. I wish that I could have read more about them but I understand why we couldn't since the book is mostly centered around Julie.

Whoever is reading this, please go preorder You've Reached Sam since it is the best book I have ever read.

Dustin Thao is now definitely going to be an instant-buy author for me.

Cons: NOTHING!!! This book is perfect and there is nothing that I would change in it.

"If the ending is this painful, I don’t know if this was worth it all."

"I wish I was there with you. I wish I could see the look on your face."

"We are two parts of a song. He is the music. I am the words."

"Another world, another life, another thing to keep to myself."

"If I listen closely, I can almost hear the hum of his guitar playing somewhere in the distance."

“Who are you writing for again?" Mr. Lee asks, arching a brow. He asked me this before. I know the answer he wants to hear. I write for myself. I'm not sure what this really means, though. I can't help caring about what people think, especially about my writing. "We have too many voices inside our heads. You have to pick out the ones that mean something to you. What story do you want to tell?”