This is my kind of book, oh is it ever. It is different, but as wonderful as the first story - a prequel of a sort. It left me wanting more - as McGuire always does. Left me feeling wistful and with a sore heart. This is a wishful story, full of might-have-beens. A story of parents that shouldn't be. Of twins that aren't, not really, of futures that wasn't. 
 It's so refreshing to read a narrator who does not resent the girl protagonist for her failings, who understands why she isn't perfect and says that it's ok not to be perfect. 
 More than the first one, this one remind me of The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making.