The more I think about this book, the more conflicted my thoughts become. On a purely visceral level, I really enjoyed this book. I gasped, I laughed, I even considered crying over it. On an intellectual level, I can appreciate the craftsmanship, the clockwork (or perhaps more appropriately, dollhouse puzzle-work) machinations of the plot. But there’s something that holds me back from fully praising this book.
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