I really love this series, so it pains me to give the finale three stars. Unfortunately, while it still had its enjoyable elements, I found it had too much of everything in an attempt to tie together the first two books in an overarching plot that makes sense.

I guess technically all the plot threads are tied together, but in a wholly unsatisfying way. And there was so much in the second act that could have been cut out entirely. How many versions of H.G. Wells character building do we need?

One good thing: Jane Wells. What an awesome lady.

Two days later and I FINALLY got the french fries this book made me crave.

Decided to re-read this one because I remembered nothing about it, and I'm almost sad I did. My old impressions of this book were really good, and now I'm disappointed it didn't live up to those expectations.

Who are all these people tagging this as a fantasy? It's an alternate history of our world, with the names of countries changed. Like when a six year old puts a sheet over themselves in an attempt to hide and it's so obvious they're that giant lump on the bed, but you pretend they've disappeared anyway because that's what they want.

I understand that this is supposed to be a trilogy with Mira and Tamsin's stories in the next book, but that just meant they came in and out of Adelaide's story in extremely unsatisfying, obviously trying to build up suspense for the other books and totally failing ways. I wanted more Mira and less everyone else, but alas. Gotta start with the rich white girl rollercoaster (eh, more like a kiddie train) of stupidity, romance, and emotion first.

As for the whole climax of this book, haaaahahahahahaaaaaaaaa



This was good for mindless reading to take up time during my commute, but not worth much more than that.