I don't think I've ever read a book that has left me so stumped. Not just from an understanding POV, but from an enjoyment POV. 

I don't think I enjoyed much of this book. I found it slow, meandering. The threads that I have been desperately clinging to for the last two installments did not finally coalesce into something tangible for me. The philosophical musings and moral quandaries didn't feel driven enough, didn't peak to a point, didn't give me any closure. I'm perhaps not metaphysical enough. I am firmly rooted in the practical and the concrete. 

But. The characters? Oh, these people had my heart and soul. And if I leave the plot behind, and try and strip all of this back to them (it's what Olivie tells us to do after all) then they all make it worth reading (even Reina! I know, I know). Despite the interminable verbiage, the way Blake writes these characters, how she paints them in my mind is unparalleled. I could read her describing my darling Callum until the end of time.

So I don't know what to do. This book is probably a 2.5? Which would average the whole thing out at a 3.5. But that doesn't feel right to me. It's still a 4 really just for the characters and the writing. Who needs a plot anyway?