THE BOY WHO LOVED WICKED by CP HARRIS
“The madness of love is the greatest of heaven’s blessings.”
Day 1 of senior year at Denwin High was not supposed to end with my thoughts consumed by the new AP Philosophy teacher. I’d impatiently waited three years to take the course, but from the moment he strode in with his sad eyes that mirrored my own, I was intrigued by only him.
Dr. Sebastian Wicked.
Intrigue turned into obsession, and common interests set the stage for a tentative friendship with the enigmatic man. In time, every line put in place became blurred as what we shared sparked the flames of a forbidden affair. An affair that should've never been, a wrong that the universe sought to right.
There was only one possible outcome—we were both going to burn. Would our love rise up from the ashes? Or would it smolder in the ruins?
My name is Phoenix Michaelson, and I am The Boy Who Loved Wicked.
The Boy Who Loved Wicked is one of those books you can't put down. It was raw and grity and just this side of taboo with Phoenix being involved with his high school teacher Sebastian who was in a loveless marriage. Their relationship grew slowly. From student and teacher, to neighbors who became friends and then lovers fully aware what they were doing was wrong and illegal but unable to help themselves.
Things were not smooth sailing for them. Phoenix and Sébastien had to work hard for their happy ever after and it took a lot of self growth and time. By the end of the book, they were still learning and growing but together which for them was all that really mattered.
On a side note, I really enjoyed the philosophy aspect that was threaded throughout the novel. It suited the story and characters well.