At this point (three months after I started), I'm probably not going to finish it. I feel like Meg Cabot is like that little girl in the poem (the one with the curl in the middle of her forehead) that when she's good, she's very, very good, but when she's bad, she's horrid. It's slow and Pierce didn't feel like a real character to me. Maybe part of me is just bitter because I've always wanted to write a re-telling on Persephone and Meg Cabot got there first.