I really loved the first two books in this series, so I was looking forward to this one as being grander and more epic than the previous two. It was, in a way, but in others it was more constrained as it wove a more complex plot against the backdrop of staggering wealth and incomprehensible privilege.
I had been in a bit of a reading slump for the first third of this year or so. I was struggling to find the motivation to consistently pick up a book and finish it. It was taking me weeks to finish novels I would normally have polished off in a number of days. It was no reflection on the books, just that my brain - which had managed pretty well on reading last year, although a lot of that was interview prep - slapped the Time Out button and was just really struggling to grip onto things. This book was like a brain sorbet, a mental palate cleanser. It was sweet, and funny, and easy, and lovely, and I blitzed it like I used to blitz books in a couple of days.