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Oooh, now we get a gothic story-within-a-story?? I forgot how much MacDonald loves those!

Why, hello there, Piranesi

Let’s see how many warnings this main character can ignore

Well, that Bible verse certainly landed. What is this? Flannery O’Connor??

The real horror was the friends we made along the way

We’ve got past the part that feels like an Oscar Wilde play and now we are descending rapidly into Hell.

The sense of impending doom! Is Lord Henry one of the creepiest characters in all of Brit Lit?

A very helpful resource. Don't love the random innuendoes, but I guess that's Carriger's brand?

Really enjoying the way mother/daughter relationships are centred in this story

Y’all I wrote a retelling of the myth of Isis with it realising it and I am not going to be normal about it

Snagged an arc on NetGalley but I’m going to have to buy a physical copy!

Every character is so recognisable and believable!

Wow, Charlotte is not holding back her thoughts on Roman Catholicism...this would be quite an experience to read as a Catholic!

This is going to rip my heart out, isn’t it?

I have absolutely no idea what is going to happen in this novel, but M Paul is one of the most unbearable men I have ever encountered in literature.

Well! Now we are getting Rules for Ruin vibes?? I’m a bit disturbed by how much I like this one crime syndicate family…

The settings in this are 👌💯

Ok but how is it he can’t touch people or things in the timey-wimey garden but he still
gets dirty playing there

Threats and insults added to the fare some chickens, plump and anxious, who looked to the eye of 1889 as though they were dressed in the very height of fashion, and at last, in a condition of homicidal fury, Madame Hervé acquired lotus-like artichokes, peppers of lacquer scarlet, purple aubergines, oranges like globes of Moorish leather,
and elongated grapes of translucent jade

"It's none of it fresh!" she screamed, pausing before a pile of fish so large and various that one imagined oceans reced- ing from the spot. And the sturdy woman screamed back at her, "But it's you who aren't fresh, you old kind of codfish!"An argument obscene and libelous provided the hotel with glistening scallops like the poached eggs of fabulous birds displayed upon fans, and with huge indigo prowling lobsters.

“It was a fussy, agitated room filled with coffee-colored photographs, fans, ferns, trinkets, plaster statuettes, screens, tables, chairs and innumerable footstools piled with books, as though that were the essential function of footstools.”