Oh, how I wish this book had swept me off my feet, I really wish it had. But it didn't. Instead, most of the time I was just annoyed by it. It was too slow, too predictable. It didn't feel like an adventure, when I think it should have. 
 My biggest problem with this book might be that I didn't find the two main characters that special, interesting or compelling. I feel like I've read them a hundred times before. I did like the supporting characters, but since these two, Lazlo and Sarai, were practically the narrators and the key pieces of the story, it took a lot of appeal away for me. 
 I do have to mention, however, that the writing in this book is impeccable. The sentences in themselves are lyrical and just plain beauty, even without context. Sadly, I don't think the plot, pacing, and main characters were at the same level. 
 This is one of those books that have an amazing concept, interesting magic system, great message, but ultimately fails in the execution. And it makes me feel guilty for not having loved it, because I can see the potential there. 
 Perhaps I should blame Morgenstern for the masterpiece that is The Night Circus, for crafting such a breathtaking story, with a world so magical and out of the wildest of dreams, I can no longer be dazed by other books that claim to be "magical".