I wanted to like this book far more than I did. There's so much that it wants to do and tries to do that's admirable and interesting and yet it sets its sights rather high and tends to miss when it leaps.

The plot felt extraordinarily disjointed and like it was being cobbled together out of spare scenes rather than fully constructed. It felt rushed and unfinished.

But my main issue was the narrative voice. It felt to me that the main character spoke and acted differently as a narrator than as a character. The story is told in he the first person, but the narrative voice feels weirdly disconnected from the character. In particular, she has a tendency to tell you what she's feeling, but give no indication through her actions that she actually feels that way.

Overall, this book just felt incomplete and rushed and I didn't enjoy it anywhere near as much as the first.

Having said that, I'm still delighted that a character like Uncle Tully exists in fiction.