
2.7 stars. Difficult to get started. Dreadfully lacking suspense, yet suspenseful in the sense that I was constantly expecting some dramatic shift not because the prose lead me to that conclusion, despite the foreshadowing in the first chapter.
A fair warning: I went into this book thinking I’d be overwhelmed with suspense when instead I found myself delving into a Dickensian lesser-Austen where the anticipation of anticipation was murderous. The story was so slow burning that I gave up several times, but persisted only because I wished it to get better. (The person who recommended MCR to me is someone I trust wholeheartedly). Nevertheless I still expected some high-level Christie narration paired with a mild dash of Poe. The writing was exquisite the only thing missing was my enjoyment of it.
The ending was even more disappointing than the rest as it seemed like a forced afterthought to bring the story full circle. Unsatisfying.
Beautiful prose–don’t get me wrong–but so boring at times that I was nigh tears and tearing the whole thing to shreds. I think I would have liked it much more if I had gone in with lower or no expectations. But probably not.



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