It's got the ~city~ atmosphere that I oh-so-rarely see, it's got powerful beings, it's got evil/morally grey characters, it's managed to capture some fears and thoughts I've never coherently thought and yet I cannot say that it will be my favourite. Either it was the at times painful awareness that this book seems to come from somewhere very, very close to the author's heart or the fact that I saw some discourse about her and internalized it because I can't seem to filter anything or it's both of those things combined.
Addie was very interesting to read about and Henry was slightly annoying at first but he grew on me. At times, though, it felt like there was a glass wall between the characters and me. But, I nearly cried quite a lot.
In conclusion, I loved it and yet something was missing or off or I'm being nonsensically mad at myself for not finishing reading this faster.