A five-star series that consists of not exactly five-star books. The math isn’t mathing, but I care not one bit. I’m an emotional mess, and that deserves all the stars in the world, your honor.
I don’t even know what to say. I love it, I love everything about it, and I especially adore David Chapman.
This series is an incredibly satisfying journey spanning years, in which David goes from the closed-off, hunched-over, flinching boy standing alone in a corner to a steadfast man who’s much more comfortable in his own skin, spine straightened, surrounded by trusted friends and his Jake. The progress, while David’s character stayed true to himself, was a thing of beauty to experience. This hissing stray cat that fought any kind of affection with claws is finally curled up and purring and- I need to stop before I make myself cry again. It’s ridiculous. I already did that. I almost couldn’t stop, honestly.
All the side characters were perfect, though I have to highlight Oleg Kurmazov, for some reason. The way David latched onto him as the older male figure makes me goo, and while their relationship doesn’t consist of grand gestures of affection, it’s my favorite. Well, right after Kiro and his black cat Orange, of course ❤️
Oh, and the relationship with Jake. I must have been more invested than I thought because I honest to god squealed when that finally clicked for them, after all those years. I mean - whatever David wants and needs, he deserves. And he wants Jake, and Jake is such a goner for him, so Jake he gets.
Ah hell, I didn’t want this to end, ever. When I saw I’m two-thirds in, my throat started to close up because that meant I’ll have to say goodbye to David and all the beautiful people who adopted him.
So. Neil Josten, Adam Parrish - boys, welcome David Chapman among you, please, and play nice, he needs to be cherished just as much as you do ❤️ Some people collect book boyfriends, I collect strays I can cry over.
(And yes, yes the author’s note not only confirmed what I suspected from book one, but it made me cry even more. Not a good idea in 35 degrees, but some sacrifices are worth it)