I might need to sit on this one for a bit because it was very different from V.E. Schwab's other books and very different from what I expected. I did love it, yes, but something about it didn't feel quite right. In a way, it left me feeling the same way Vicious did, unsettled, uneasy, but then I could pinpoint why: self-harm is one of my triggers and that book was riddled with it. Addie on the other hand, wasn't triggering, wasn't entirely painful, but I felt as though it was missing something, an added layer of oomph perhaps. And maybe the subject matter did leave me feeling uneasy, because my own mortality is something I've yet to come to terms with even though I'm 19 and have years and years of life left in me.

But anyway, this was a quiet book and one I'm never going to forget (I remember Addie) and something I'm going to need to ponder before formally writing a review.

-Book Hugger