I liked how grounded this book was in the eighties; it made for an interesting read for someone who grew up listening to her parents' stories about college in the eighties. I really liked the phouka and the secondary characters, and Eddi grew on me as the story went on. The pacing was handled poorly; a chapter spans a day and a half, and then the next chapter mentions how they have been a band for weeks -- with no mention of what happened in those weeks. Or a scene would cut from one location to another in the same paragraph. Other than that disjointedness, it was such a cool story to read about fairies in Minnesota and see how they interact and fight.

I read this book when I was fifteen and I reread it because I could still remember some of the haunting imagery nine years later. Sad but fascinating and original.