The first three-quarters of the book were good. I didn't enjoy it as much as the third book, The Crow, but The Singing was still more interesting overall than the first two books. For some reason, Croggon writes male characters with more depth than her female characters, and that's . . . frustrating. The one conversation between two women with no men present in this book epically failed the Bechdel Test, if anyone was wondering.

Anyway, the last quarter of the book dragged on with no real sense of urgency. I wish Croggon had let us into the madness the FMC was spiraling into, because it would've been much more interesting. Instead we got yet another travel-for-days-to-reach-a-place-before-bad-happens. As for the FMC's relationship with her love interest, that felt, well, forced. Slapped on at the end with no real building or crossing from friendship to lovers. Not a fan of that.

I like my FMC's with more agency and personality than "I don't know what I'm doing and it scares me."