
I'm sad. It started as a 5 star read and devolved half way through it. It started as a beautifully written gothic story of a young boy and his mysterious friend and then became an unhinged “love” story. I say love in parenthesis because they barely spoke to each other. I tried to rationalize it as Sebastian being his creator's feelings incarnate but still he never professed such love for Lilian as Sebastian did. It felt unrealistic and so, the whole Lilian and Sebastian part was weird. Truly unhinged. I get that romance is part of Gothic Literature but it has to be well done and I'm afraid this was not. It would've been perfect if this love would've been professed to his creator instead of Lilian. They spent time and sufferings together. It would've made sense. The initial part was deliciously good: it's well written, you don't know if Sebastian is an imaginary friend, a tulpa, or the devil. However, the second and third were like reading a different book.
How is this tagged as romance? This is a horror story! Author make it seem like Wolf's just a entitled man but he's just a horrible stalker. Read this and you'll just watch a woman being treated like garbage for about 90% of the book and being gaslighted into thinking she's being naughty. Oh yes, the woman always submits, how clever 🙄 I did chuckle once when Brinley said Wolf was doing things with “grace”. Isn't that a stretch. This was a nightmare to read. What an awful friend Layla is BTW.
What a beautiful book. I'm so happy I read it. Half the time I didn't know what was happening and to be honest I didn't guess the path the story would take but this is marvelous. I got to care for the protagonist and for the house and it left me with a lovely feeling of gratitude for our world and our minds.
The room is the most in-your-face symbol of the closet. Not only was David was a POS in denial but he didn't know how to love. I appreciate the commentary on money and exploitation and I understand the context of rejection of homosexuality in the 50s. What I don't care for is David's lack of communication and lack of accountability. I don't like people saying this is a love story either when it clearly isn't. There's no love here.
This is existential horror. So short but it makes you think about everything in life. What is the meaning of our lives? Is the way I'm living the best I can do? Do moments matter most than living a long time or are they distractions from our purpose? I've seen people complain about the ending but they're just missing the point of the story. How could it end differently when the loss of hope is there the whole time? BTW, the realest part of this is how humans worsen everything, even hell.