You know when someone says push and a cheeky part of your brain says pull?
Well, for a long while I had recommendations for A Darker Shade of Magic by V. E. Schwab coming out of my ears. So many that my brain said pull. I actively resisted it. Skipped reviews for it, skipped passed its spine on shelves, blanked ads that popped up for it. Avoided, avoided, avoided.
That, let me tell you, was a really silly thing to do.
Because it’s brilliant.
I don’t know why I was so stubborn or what finally made the stubborness stop. *looks over shoulder for the giant computer cookie monster*
But I’m glad it did stop, because this was an amazing read.
I loved the world building. Four colour-coded Londons probably should have felt like too many, but it was cleverly done, and the descriptions were vivid and absorbing without being too much. I loved Kell and Lila. They were good company, full of magical, sparking life. I loved the plot. It twisted and turned – expectedly, unexpectedly, always entertainingly.
And, you know what made it even better?
Knowing it’s part of a trilogy that – because of all that avoiding – is complete.
*smiles smugly, as if it was always part of the plan*
If anybody needs me over the next few days, you’ll find me in a London – grey, red, white, or maybe even black.