I'm having a difficult time deciding how I feel about this book.

The plot and world building are sparse. I was able to guess the twist about the seeker and, for the most part, predict the ending. This book is the seeds. The reader is the garden. The majority of the world building must take root within the reader.

What is rich, and that which draws and holds the reader, is the language... the words themselves. The prose are beautiful, mellifluous. The words and phrases connect to other words and phrases in a needling, a weaving of an intricate tapestry. The two main characters evade, thwart, and long for each other through worlds and time in a story that is not linear; it's a morbius strip.

If the reader can allow herself to exist outside the need for structure and plot, she can love this book. If she can exist in the cadence and eloquence of words, she can get lost in these prose.

I am still processing and balancing the scale between plot and prose.

I need to go back for a second read before I can decide.

Im sure this will be a boring, filler floor where nothing important happens at all... 😏