I was not expecting to love this book as much as I did. I have a love/hate relationship with V.E. Schwab; the way she writes and how visual her storytelling is to me has always been a delight, but her plots can be messy and I was yet to read a book of hers that I truly loved the ending of. Until this one. The characters were sometimes a little one dimensional, and it can get tiring of reading about the same women becoming the muse of so many artists. But, as Addie herself is, I think I needed some almost defiant kind of joy right now, and this was a great fit for that.