After slogging through the intelligent but ponderous The Book of Blood and Shadow
, The first chapter of the Diviners was glouriously fun and ominous. A bit more fast-paced then the Gemma Doyle series, this story of flappers and fiends moves deftly from scene to scene, and it's no mystery why the movie rights were snatched up by Paramount.
It's a perfect combination of Bray's talents; filled with the historical grounding of A Great and Terrible Beauty
, along with the slightly skewed moral compasses of those main characters. I love that the protagonists don't automatically spring off the page as society-changing superheroes; a teenage girl with magic powers is likely to use them as party tricks, and who'd blame her?
The Diviners is one of those books that just lets you wallow in it -- vintage slang peppering the dialogue in all the right places, era-specific fads and behaviours, the spark and spangle of clothing styes-- it's never overwritten and always a delight. From the sultry Valentino
to the gory H.H. Holmes
, I loved catching the echoes of familiar historical events tucked into the plotline.
So yes, it's become obvious that I'm an abashedly devout Libba Bray fan, and the first book of the Diviners has firmly solidified that.