Today's plan: devour this trilogy to avoid doing any work.
So far, so good.

This series remains incredibly fun and almost compulsively readable. Wells does the kind of steampunk that I like - brass fittings and airships, but not a whole lot of mucking around with (and thus mucking up) Victorian culture. I like epic fantasy on this scale of world wars. It reminds me of Kate Elliott's Spiritwalker Trilogy and Rae Carson's Girl of Fire and Thorn, although it antedates both. It's that kind of story with added snark as a bonus.

ETA: Rereading this book (nearly six years later), I'm realizing just how much I appreciate Tremaine as an "unlikeable female character who I like very much" and how her view of her father is such a welcome breath of air on that kind of character.