This is one of the weirdest books I've read, and I don't know if it's just me, but even after finishing it, I didn't get it. 
 It was intriguing and I found it hard to put it down, and the characters were interesting if often a little annoying (they were needlessly cagey and not subtle at all most of the time), but even as a lover of weird books, I just didn't really get it - how did the Miniaturist know things, what was her endgame? Was there any reason for anything? 
 I suspect we're not finished in this world and that perhaps the answers will be forthcoming in another book, but it just left me feeling a bit unsatisfied. The book ended on such a bleak note that perhaps that is more wishful thinking on my part - the villains of the piece won and the good guys fell. Just left you on a bit of a downer. 
 It was a beautiful book, and the author is definitely talented - I could almost see the house, hear the people as I read it, but it may be a book that I will appreciate more after a period of time or on a re-read.