2.5 Stars
I have such mixed feelings about this book. I believe this is the definition of an unreliable narrator, and I hate that. Which is a bummer, because I really liked the concept. I was in the mood for something dark, something unpredictable. What I got was a lie that mostly bored me, did nothing to make me root for the characters, and only had something to say at the end.
It was full of odd phrases, too. Like: 'Sometimes I wake up with a fog in my mouth, ready to escape.' I'm sorry, but there are better ways to tell me winter is fully present and you wake up very cold. It came across like it was trying too hard to be prose, but it left me re-reading sentences to make sure I even knew what was being said. Even dialogue could be weird. For instance: "I do not know what is the right thing to say. The exact right thing is to tell you is that I am right beside you." No, I didn't splice those together. That was said by one person, back-to-back, nothing in between.
And then some things were just inconsistent. Like when Hattie and Orchard are both back, but half comatose, and for days they do nothing, until the night of the ball, when they appear halfway through, dancing together. The other girls later help them back upstairs to their dorms and help them out of their corsets. Weeks later, I am still wondering how these helpless puppets who cannot even find their own rooms managed to get into corsets for a ball. Seriously, what was the point of that? So many things didn't seem to serve the plot or move the story along.
Ultimately, I was just left disappointed, with many unanswered questions.