Twin sisters Jack and Jill were seventeen when they found their way home and were packed off to Eleanor West’s Home for Wayward Children.
This is the story of what happened first…
Jacqueline was her mother’s perfect daughter—polite and quiet, always dressed as a princess. If her mother was sometimes a little strict, it’s because crafting the perfect daughter takes discipline.
Jillian was her father’s perfect daughter—adventurous, thrill-seeking, and a bit of a tom-boy. He really would have preferred a son, but you work with what you’ve got.
They were five when they learned that grown-ups can’t be trusted.
They were twelve when they walked down the impossible staircase and discovered that the pretense of love can never be enough to prepare you a life filled with magic in a land filled with mad scientists and death and choices.
I ate this book in a little over an hour and I’m not even sorry. For something so short – not even 200 pages – it sure does pack a hell of a punch.
I loved … all of it. I loved how the twins’ lives before going through their door wasn’t glossed over, especially as it informs so many of their choices later on. I loved the exploration of gender and sexuality, and how neither of those things were danced around. I loved the exploration of the relationships between each of the characters, and how the expectations placed on family members can affect who they become.
Just as in Every Heart A Doorway, the writing is beautifully written and pulls you in right from the very first line and flows perfectly from beginning to end. Considering the range of events throughout the book, this is no small feat.
Jack’s story was probably my favourite, and I enjoyed her personal growth very much. I find Jill to be a bit of a spoiled snot, but a believable one, and heartbreaking in her own way. That said, if I could have a book that was just Jack and her master, I would be very, very happy indeed.
Overall, a very worthy successor to Every Heart A Doorway, and if you haven’t read either yet, I highly recommend doing so.