An easy read, fairly undemanding but well-written, in which a young woman who can see fairies recovers from a magical event that left her disabled and killed her twin. I liked the main character very much, and I was really interested in knowing more about her relationship with her sister and mother. Alas, it was not to be. This story is very centred around books - Mori loves SFF and gobbles her way through every fantasy and sci-fi book she can get her hands on. Which, I sympathise, I was that way myself, but there's only so often I can read her reactions to whatever book she's on without wanting to shake her. I have no interest in reading about how much she likes Zelazny, yet again, when it's been 50 fucking pages and neither the plot nor the backstory has advanced an inch. It started out being irritating and very quickly became deeply annoying - it felt, very clearly, as if this was the author's teen reading experience. I don't care. I want to read a novel, not follow her reviews on Goodreads. This is how SFF bloats up to 400+ pages: the indulgent inclusion of background that matters more to the author than the reader.

That said, apart from that one giant flaw it was an enjoyable read. Would have been four stars if the endless referential nods to SFF were excised. I did like the deliberately muted drama and I thought the end was lovely. It could still have been lovely if the book were half the length and focused more on being a story than being about them.