Willing to chalk this one up to a mismatch between book and reader. I can see a lot of worthy imagination and originality in the premise and execution, there are beloved characters and moments of warmth and spectacle, there appears to be messages of the dangers of being permanently lost to an emotion, but simultaneously the danger of denying it completely, 1/?
I personally found myself constantly stumbling over pacing issues - did I want the bad thing to be over quicker or was it really taking more time than it needed to, to tell the story? 17h