Originally posted at The Wandering Fangirl.

I’m nearly peeing my pants in excitement for the movie adaptation of this book (have you seen the red band trailer? AAAAHHH!), and I wish the book itself had lived up to my hopes for the movie. It was decent, a great blending of fantasy and historical fiction (and some facts in there, I guess). I just wish it hadn’t read too much like a biographical account and more like a purely fictional account, because it felt off at times. Especially when the story veered off to talk about people who were suddenly important to the one piece of plot currently coming up, where they hadn’t been focused on before — because the writing was based on Lincoln’s lost journals, and he couldn’t have known half of what these other dudes were up to. But that’s mostly a preference, because the expanded view worked for most of the scenes.

Except when it came to John Wilkes Booth and the pages and pages of his back story leading up to Lincoln’s assassination. Uggghhh did not care.

It was a solid, fun read, but nothing much more than that.