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Reading this felt like taking too many edibles. More uncomfortable than fun. Out of every ten sentences, two would strike me as beautiful or at least interesting, and two would try my patience, like when someone is high or drunk and thinks what they've just said is profound.

Some intriguing information, such as about an alternative design for the Statue of Liberty in which she displayed the broken chains of slavery. Some intriguing characters, such as a Native American iron worker. But I kept wondering if I wouldn't prefer to read an article or essay about those aspects of US history.

I got roughly halfway through and took it back to the library. I didn't understand a lot of what I was reading and failed to appreciate the writing techniques (shifts in pov and time, dystopian stuff, magical creatures stuff, backstory dribbled out in hints and teases, and a lot of stuff about S&M/other fetishes and cousins having sex with each other (meant either as a metaphor or as a jolt out of bourgeois sensibilities, I'm not sure, I think I'm too much a product of the midwestern suburbs to really get it)).

It's possible that I'd like this book more if I read it when I can concentrate better, like on a long-haul flight.