While Libba Bray is probably one of the most known authors out there for her Gemma Doyle
trilogy (which, yes, I did give a try at some point in my ever diminishing life), I particularly didn't feel excited for this book as others had.
Okay. That's a lie.
I was excited because there was so much excitement around this book it was hard for it not to rub off on me.
Which it did.
And caused my ever-raising hopes of pretty much bringing it down.
I really wanted to like The Diviners.
I really did. The whole 1920's setting, the alcoholic ban, the time around the women's movement for political and equality rights, and just flat out: flapper fashion with a tall, dark, amazing Jericho.
Evie was kind of hard to like at first. A very risky, open heroine; I was used to timid nobodies, so it was a hard adjust. I ended up liking her, eventually - but just that. 'Eventually.' I didn't love her. And though I really enjoyed the murder scenes (psychopath alert, peoples), the details didn't chill my hear or freeze my soul. Bray has a brilliant writing style though, and I'll be tuning in to the sequel. Soon.