Now I know grief is a whetstone. It sharpens all your love, all your happiest memories, into blades that tear you apart from within. Something has been torn out from inside me that will never be filled up, not ever, no matter how long I live.
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. I’m not even sure how to feel. I just finished this book and I’m not 100% sure how I feel about it. I thought it had a slow beginning and I wasn’t fond of really any characters. It took a little bit for me to really understand the book because I don’t think Claudia does a great job at explaining the different dimensions and how they work.
There were a few scenes that would have been great for suspense and action, but then all of that fell flat really fast. The story seemed choppy. Instead of it being about Marguerite going after the one that killed her father, it more felt like how she lived within different dimensions and that was it. I love the idea for the plot so I found myself being really disappointed.
The love triangle in the book is also awfully done (like most…). It felt like it was just placed in the story for some extra drama. It was just way too forced. And lastly, Marguerite character really bugged me. She believed things too fast and just seemed like a weak character. She wanted to rush into so many decisions and not really look at the consequences it would cost everyone else.
Despite the flaws, I still enjoyed the story for the most part. I found myself to really enjoy the writing style and how close the family relationship is. Also that cover? Gorgeous. Not sure if I’ll read the sequel because the ending to this one was just blah, but only time will tell.