I really don't get why YA has to treat the Roaring 20's in this flat, utilitarian way. Like the plot has to make it that the Heroine is somewhere boring and has to sneak out at night. I want flappers in pink silk dressing gowns whining about hangovers as their butlers serve breakfast. I was teenage girls going shopping and the dresses conveyed to me in excruciating detail. I want fluff. I want pandering. Give me Sex and The City with a bunch of Louise Brooks types. 
 Alright. Rant over. Other than that, I fucking love this book. #TeamJo 
 This book flawlessly retells a pretty fucking weird fairy tale and manages to be both fun and devastating at the same time. Jo is a character that's really hard to get right, and her power is wielded both sympathetically and flawlessly. She's got to be one of my favorite characters of the year, and the romance was so beautiful. Painful but worthwhile. I think that's why that rant came out earlier. Because I was expecting fun, light, fairy-tale flapper stuff. But this was a much heavier, deeper book that I had anticipated. So this isn't the devil-may-care flapper story you think it is, but it's still so amazing. Once again, came for fun, stayed for a lot of amazing female characters and suspense.