For some strange reason, I picked up the second book in the series thinking it was the first! Duh!
I really wanted to like this one. A woman protagonist who is independent, unconventional and a detective in Victorian England – all the ingredients seemed to be just right for me to go ga-ga over it. Unfortunately, I just didn’t like it. It started off fine – all the characters are likable and strong and complex enough and hook you right in.
The mystery itself, though, was not very convincing. The metaphysical levels, greed & commerce and the politics don’t mesh well enough for me. And the romance seems a little too mature for a young adult book. And the sad parts are a little too tragic. Nuh-uh, didn’t like.
Going to give the other Sally Lockheart books in the trilogy a miss until a time when I have too much time on my hands and will read anything and everything, even if I don’t like it. Sigh!