First line: "In a townhouse at a fashionable address on Manhattan's Upper East Side, every lamp blazes." 
 You know that major sense of accomplishment when you've had a book sitting on your shelf for five years - since it was first released - that you always mean to read but just never seem to get around to, and then finally, finally you do? I'VE GOT IT! It's been a long time coming, but I've finally read The Diviners. 
 The book was everything it promised to be: full of diversity, a setting that is basically another character, beautiful writing, and an extremely eerie atmosphere. The cast of characters Libba Bray created all felt fleshed out (although several have undisclosed mysteries I'm eager to discover), and each perspective felt unique. In small ways, it was also pretty different from what I was expecting but not in a bad way at all. 
 There is sorta, maybe a love triangle going on, or at least possibly one in the future, and I can't say I'm on the side where it stands right now. This one character is pretty boring over the charming, smart ass I loved since they first appeared on the page. 
 I'm eager to see where this series is headed. It seems fairly unpredictable and I'm all for that.