The cover is inviting and called to me; the setting even more so. The prose and descriptions—at various points—melodic, if not fleeting; I would’ve preferred much more of that lovely setting. The stream of conscious style superfluous (the editor in me wanted to, well, edit); this made my mind stray, which is not so much the author’s fault as my own. I connected with the artist in the protagonist as well as the teenage girl angst on a cursory level, but felt that need for her to wax philosophical and internalize more of her burden: why am I like this, eh?
This is an easy quick read for any person young or old.