I haven’t read anything by Libba Bray since high school, which was a mistake on my part because she’s awesome. I never stopped loving her, but for some reason after the Gemma Doyle Trilogy I didn’t pick up any of her books. When The Diviners came out last fall I made my mom buy it for me. I needed to have it. But I didn’t read it right away because I’ve been on a Cassandra Clare kick and reading lots of other things.
I started The Diviners last week, but I wasn’t letting myself read at night because I knew I wouldn’t sleep, so it took a while and then I went to visit my parents and I left it in my apartment so I didn’t have it for a couple of days. Then last night I couldn’t sleep, so I read the last five hundred pages and just didn’t sleep at all (which is why I don’t read in bed because I’ll never sleep).
The Diviners is so good. Like amazing and I’m really mad because the second one isn’t coming out until next spring and I just want it in my hands right now. I want to devour them like good food (possibly like chicken wings or ice cream). It is so good and creepy and I love all the characters so much. I have a small 1920s obsession because it’s just the craziest time and there’s so many horrible things and so many glamorous things and I love it all so much. Libba Bray captures what I love about the 20s in The Diviners. She gets the glamorous things like parties and flappers, but she gets the horrible things like eugenics and the KKK and prohibition.
The Diviners was so good that I’m mad at myself for not waiting to read it until I could have the second one. It was a horrible mistake and I’m pretty sure I’ll be thinking about it for the next year.