Regan and Rinaldo's story is unlike any other love story I've read. It waxes and wanes like the moon, and in the waning periods, it was like I could truly feel the moonlight slipping away. While I really enjoyed this book (the writing is truly impressive. I found myself wanting to write down some of these quotes and tape them to the inside of my ribcage), I never felt gripped by it, which is something I consider a must for me to truly love a book. 

I can't say why I wasn't as drawn in as I wanted to be. I read in a combination of audiobook and physical, and in both instances I found it hard to read longer than an hour or so. Blake's writing style is gorgeous but dense, especially in this book. It feels like every letter is there on purpose, which is a testament to her craft and level of detail, but it made this book feel at times claustrophobic. 

Their love was complicated and real, and delved into the kinds of questions we don't typically get to see in genre romance (so what if this isn't healthy? so what if we're codependent? if he stops loving me, will I be unmade? if I can't fix her, can I endure her for her sake?) and it didn't end tied in a bow. It ended messy and honest and vulnerable and hopeful and I closed the book believing Aldo and Regan would last, not just because the author said they would, but because they had each truly convinced me. I'm curious to see if I would like this more on a reread, but where it stands now, I enjoyed it but didn't love it.