2.5 stars
I forced myself to finish the book just so that I could write a more negative review to counteract all of the gushing praise. I'm not sure what book those people read, but I can't believe that it was "The Magic of Unkindness."
To be honest, it's not a BAD book. It's much better than others in its genre, but that isn't saying much. Its main fault lies in its excessive verbosity. Its second fault lies in the fact that what little plot there isn't doesn't kick in until halfway through its excessively verbose length. The entire first half of the novel consists of our heroine Finch and her sorcerer master August Swaine performing magical experiment after magical experiment, apparently just so that the author can expound (at great length) about his magic system. The truly awful fact is that after all of the verbiage spilled we're still left with no better understanding of said magic system (It involves planes. And multiverses. And demons that are shadowy and insubstantial and never seems to present a genuine threat to the main characters.
And of course witchcraft, which is somehow different from "regular" magic, but the for once author just handwaves how it works.) nor of the characters. And the plot hasn't progressed an inch.
Once you reach the mid-point and the story starts to advance, the characters also begin to take on more life. By that time, though, I'd been bludgeoned into insensitivity by hundreds of pages of prose like,
"...the key, I think, is sympathetic entrainment, a concept found in harmonic resonance work"
and really didn't care anymore what happened to them. Other reviews have described the story in detail so I won't bother. Hijinks in faux-18th century New England. Powdered wigs, witch hunters, insurrection, knee breeches, etc. It's the setting that lured me to read "Magic of Unkindness" in the first place, but I won't be continuing on with the series unless August Swaine can summon up an editor.