This is one of those rare instances where I feel like this book is objectively great in both narrative and writing but I just didn't really connect with it. I understand how this book was amazingly creative and the characters were richly detailed, making it a really good book... but maybe just not the book for me. It's sort of a literary "It's not you, it's me" situation. It was objectively great but not great personally. 
 I really can't complain about anything nor can I think of any instances where I felt the author faltered. What it really comes down to is a matter of taste. (Again, it's not you, it's me!) I could talk about things that I would have wanted to see, I.E. romance, but I think that would be a bit disingenuous to the characters themselves. This had a sort of Romeo and Juliet vibe but minus the romance. I respect the hell out of Victoria Schwab for making this decision. Personally, I like books better when there are smooches. Hey... at least I'm honest about it. Ha! 
 Overall, This Savage Song is such a wildly original concept: acts of violence have become so pervasive that they now spawn real live monsters from the aftermath. LOVE IT! Kate and August are such complex and interesting characters and their inner monologues were some of the best writing I've seen in a while. AGAIN, PROPS TO VICTORIA SCHWAB! If it came down to it: Would I recommend This Savage Song? Yes, absolutely! Did I personally like it? ...Sort of.