My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Time is the only magic, and it’s sometimes a sad magic, because only a day passed for September but it felt like an eternity to read. I’ll admit, maybe I didn’t give this book all the attention it deserved (real life got in the way, so I read it in stretches and patches), but it felt like it took half the book to get anywhere, and for all her determination September does precious little in this book. I will put a little spoiler here and say even the title is inaccurate.
In fact it’s also the first book to end in a “To be continued…” of sorts, making all that happened before seem more like a first act rather than a complete play. Granted, this is still a book by Cat Valente, so any criticism is of the “it’s just a little short of perfect” kind, but it does suffer a bit from the curse of the middle story in a series.