I absolutely love the way VE Schwab writes. Her prose is absolutely beautiful, even when it is as haunting as it is here. It’s an interesting story, almost a cautionary tale, but I can’t quite figure out what the moral would be. Regardless, it’s well written and imaginative enough that it gets high marks from me, even if it feels a bit hollow towards the end. But perhaps that is the point of it—that we’re all hollow in the face and wake of death, but that doesn’t mean we have to let our lives reflect that emptiness yet.