I just...can't get into middle grade fiction. I keep trying, and I figured if anyone could convert me it would be the enormously talented and charming Victoria Schwab, and yet... Look, here's the thing: I would have adored this book when I was younger. It's gloomy, creepy, adventurous, and has characters I enjoyed. The way Schwab brings Scotland to life is deliciously macabre. It's an excellent middle grade read, and I look forward to recommending it to youngsters aplenty. It's just that while I totally appreciated what this book was doing it wasn't made for me. Which is fine. Nay, it's even good - there need to be more books like this written for this age group. I just need to stop reading them and thinking they will click with me.