This is by far my least favorite of Schwab’s books, but I think that judgment has actually been coming for a while. I liked her last book (Addie LaRue) a lot, but it did lean pretty heavily into flowered language that really is not my preference. Even though it did that, I didn’t really mind because there was so much substance in that book, and an interesting story, that the language was little more than a slight distraction to me every once in a while. […]
Eh. It was all right.
Gallant by V.E. Schwab





