And it started out so well...
I love the, hmm. The idea of this book. Strange, captivating, vintage photographs as the inspiration for a story. And I love the name of the book.
Here's what I hated about the book: the entire plot, apparently. Also, the main character. What I was looking for--what the title, the cover, the photographs told me I'd find in this book--was something moody, atmospheric, and almost gently bizarre. I didn't get that from this book, at all. I got a train wreck instead--an uncontrollable premise, action sequences and villains that didn't mesh with the rest of the book, and the even the photographs felt gratuitous, gimmicky.
Which is so tragic, because. I had high hopes.