voodoocactus's review of The City in Glass

5/5: Oh my heart, what a book! I fell in love with the language around page three. Just…read this: The days clipped shorter and shorter until midwinter, when Vitrine could breathe in at dawn and exhale at dusk, and --days stretched like cats–, and It turned out to be the roof of the mayor’s house, which contained under it three stories, a venal man, a clever woman, a set of variable children, and assorted servants that were mostly up to no good, and If she had her way, all libraries would be arranged like this, promiscuous, free to mingle, and truth found everywhere and nowhere at all. Haunt...