Starting with the positive, the writing was charming as ever – evocative, almost soothing. Despite the lack of everything else that would constitute a book, reading such lovely words on the pages was not unpleasant.
Moving on. Every chapter felt like it was the last, as if there was nothing more coming, nothing more to expect. If one stopped reading this book after a random chapter, it would feel, in a (ugly) way, as if there were no more pages left: there was not one cliffhanger, not one time that a chapter ended and I was curious about the next. What was the point of it all? Unclear. It was a litany of Effy being miserable and Preston fretting over her, and, if there’s one thing to be said about these characters, poor Preston. How tiring it was to see him work so hard, in every aspect of his life, only for her to not even try to save her own. Effy’s mom wasn’t cruel, she was honest. However, I think that Ms. Reid likes very much desperate, weak girls who are unable to help themselves, as I find this to be a recurrent topic in each of her books. She made an utterly realistic description of Effy’s illness, but realism is not what I expect from, nor look for in, a series about magic. So, in the end, Effy was insufferable for me, I couldn’t even feel bad for her.
A necessary honourable mention goes to Lotto. She should have written the entire book from his point of view, or based on him. That would have been a great book! The nicest, dreamiest character, with a potentially captivating story to tell.
To be completely honest, I wouldn’t even be able to choose a category for this book. There was no romance to be enthused about, no magic, no academia (unless academia is a synonym of depression for you). It was just a confused, and disappointing, attempt to give a sequel to a book that probably didn’t need one, as this evident lack of a single good idea shows.