After I read this novel, I couldn’t write for days. The story itself is incredible, but it’s the way Veronica Rossi writes that astounds me. Every sentence is so gorgeous and delicious. I want to breath them in, drink them down, stare at them forever. If I could read a piece of artwork, I feel sure it would read like this.
I know I should be telling you about the plot, which is amazing, the characters, who rocked my world, and the setting, which is brilliant. I’m not going to though. What gripped me the most about this novel was the complexity in emotions that it both presented and evoked in me. The way it wrapped its long fingers around my soul and pulled me down, into not just the writing but into the whole gorgeous concept, totally delighted me.
It has been almost four months since I read the first two books and one of the novellas, but I still think about this book fondly and frequently recommend it at my library.
Go read it now. I’m wrong about a lot of things but not this.