When I finished this story last night, I contemplated what to write about in my review. The only thing that my cold riddled brain could come up with was this story is like a hot Scottish man reading a grocery list.That is something I could listen to for hours, I am sure I am not alone in this.Reading this book is a treat. The words, people, the words are oh so pretty. Each sentence is a dessert more decadent than the last.This is where I found I was looking for the forest among all the trees. The trees are very enchanting and nice to look at, but when you have trees as fine as these you want to see the whole forest.The story was a little boring. The excitement, that the author tried to build up, was never enough and to be honest was too predictable. There was one point of the book, I cried bullshit even though I saw it coming. Part of me wanted to disbelieve that the author would do something so obviously ridiculous.So here is the conundrum of rating this book…the words, as pretty as they are, do not make a story. No matter how hot the accent is, you can only hear milk, eggs, and bread so many times before it gets old.Thank you Net Galley and Angry Robot for allowing me to read this book.
