The feel of this book was, to me, a bit jarring. The omnipotent narrator's tone would occasionally "skip", like an edgy teenager reciting a serious story, but flubbing a line once in a while and filling it in however she could. Sometimes this really worked for me, and added a levity to the story that even the funnier moments couldn't capture. Other times, it was discordant and 4th-wall-breaking, and felt like the author had written all these beautiful paragraphs of prose, but then stuck them together with cheap string and putty.

The story itself was actually quite nice, and the twists and turns felt surprising and fresh. I never felt like I was reading some recycled trope or overdone idea, and I think that's why the erratically peppered incongruities in the narration patter bothered me so much: I wanted to lose myself in this really interesting worldbuilding, but I couldn't stay in it long enough to get fully immersed.

A frustratingly delightful, or delightfully frustrating, read.