I’m not going to lie, I almost didn’t make it past the first few pages of A Great and Terrible Beauty. Libba Bray has a little bit of Shelley Syndrome* and sometimes I just can`t handle that much overwrought, adjective-laden emotion. But I muddled through a chapter or two, and, as usually happens when it`s not a severe case, I stopped noticing all of the hyper-intensified phrasing and got sucked into the story.
– being the uncool kid
– having bad skin
– having bad hair
– experimenting with booze
– just about every other chapter heading in the Public Health`s Talk To Your Kids About… pamphlet
And I know, being a teenager is complicated. But I feel like delving into one or two issues would have been more effective than, say, making one of the characters a cutter, having one of the other characters make the first character promise the other character that the first character won`t do it again, and then never touching on it afterwards, as though that`s all it took.
But the last half of the story was gripping! So I am of two minds.
*That is, Percy Bysshe, he of the`I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!` Not Mary Shelley. Mary Shelley had a serious case of Awesome.