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The Fatal Unpleasantness at Netherfield (Mr. Darcy & Miss Tilney, #5)
Claudia Gray
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Children of Strife (Children of Time, #4)
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Collecting: An Unruly Passion: Psychological Perspectives
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The Buffalo Hunter Hunter
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It's getting increasingly difficult to write spoiler-free reviews for this series, but I'll try my darnedest! This is the third installment in a planned heptalogy about a woman stuck in a time loop, including her travels across Europe and changing relationships with friends and family who are experiencing an ordinary November 18th.
Volume 3 has a different translator from the first two in the series, which was a little jarring for the first few chapters. The translation doesn't feel quite as fluid to me. Some passages are weak in ways I suspect stem from the translation rather than Balle herself.
The plot, characters, and themes are still totally captivating, however. Although the genre and tone are different, the closest comparison I can make is to Piranesi. There's the same disorienting sense that the world of the book is large, strange, and incomprehensible to both me and the protagonist.
This is such a unique reading experience, a labyrinth of words and a house of mirrors. Some moments genuinely made me gasp because I was so deeply embedded in Tara's consciousness. My mind was constantly mulling: every tiny detail might prove to be a key hint, a tidbit of information, a dead end, a figment of Tara's imagination, or me projecting my own search for meaning on the blank slate of the text.