Okay, so. It's been a little while since I read this book and, to be honest, I don't really have any desire to read it again. But I am in a writing mood, so here goes. 
 I began this book thinking it was going to be brilliant. The cover said it was like Pan's Labyrinth! Great! One of my favourite films ever! Aside from the conversation between Karou and her ex in the beginning, which seemed a bit forced to me (though what am I to know? I don't have an ex), it started off well and I loved it, and it made me itch to do art again so, so badly. The descriptions of the art, the place she was (Prague?), her little bit of mischief with her ex when he was the life drawing model, her friend and family, even! I didn't want any of this to end, honestly. 
 Okay, so in all this bit that I loved, there was another thing that annoyed me, and it seems stupid, but? That she could speak so many languages because of these beads, or whatever they were. Wishes? I wish she could have just took the effort to learn the language! Idk, it seems she was just great at e v e r y t h i n g. Fighting, talking to people, art, language speaking! Everything! 
 Then there was the romance, which totally ruined the book for me. Like? Both couples happened so fast? AND they were totally fucking gross. That's all I can really say, and then? I. Could. Not. Believe. It. Because the romance between Karou and whatever-the-fuck-the-unmemorable-angel-was-called? Of Course! It Had To Be So! Because Karou was actually (view spoiler)[the reincarnation of boring angel's previous lover! (hide spoiler)] Fuck! Like I didn't see that coming, right?