Isadora may be the daughter of Isis and Osiris, but she doesn't have to like it. And she doesn't. In fact, she's pretty bitter about the whole thing honestly. After all, why did her mother fight so hard for her brother Horace's power among the gods when she can't even bother to save Isadora from death? And while she loves decorating, she resents her parents believing her greatest project is her tomb. And then her mother has the audacity to go and get pregnant, not even waiting the traditional 20 years between babies. When her mother begins to have premonitions that something is wrong, Isadora takes the opportunity to escape to her brother Sirius in America. But even there she can't escape the influence as of her mother, who sends her to work at a museum, preparing for an exhibit highlighting Egyptian mythology. And while Isadora makes friends and starts a life, she's still haunted by her parents and the knowledge that something is not right. 
 This had everything going for it: Egyptian mythology, a museum setting. I wanted to like it so badly, but it fell flat. 
 Most all of the mythology felt haphazardly explored at best. I never got a grasp of this world. Or even where Isadora's family was living. This is a whole mythological world that is not often mined. There is so much that could be done. There was an attempt to catch readers up by giving some of the background mythology at the start of every chapter, but I still wanted to explore these characters more. This did not feel like a true exploration of Egyptian mythology and culture as much as a novelty to play with gods that aren't Greek. 
 The coming-of-age part of the plot worked, even if it could get a little redundant. But the mythological plotline, that was there to serve the revelations of the coming-of-age, felt forced. The mythological turn at the end came almost out of nowhere. The sense something was coming had been established. But I knew so little about most of the characters in Isadora's family their motivations were somewhat lackluster. Even worse, I didn't really care. While Isadora's determination to never fall in love was pitted against a burgeoning romance, I never doubted that romance would win. All of Isadora's hang-ups about her family were told to us, using from her herself. The conflict never fully established itself, and so it oftentimes presented itself as a device to drag out the romance, instead of the central idea of the book as wanted to be. 
 Despite all this, I didn't hate the book, or feel like I wasted my time. It's a fun, quick read, but I think younger YA readers, maybe those looking for concepts similar to Percy Jackson, are most likely to enjoy this one.