by Kelley Eskridge
I loved Jackal. Loved her with all my heart. I had a harder time loving (or more importantly, making sense of) Jackal’s world. While I found it totally consistent, what there was of it, I felt like whole chunks of it remained in Eskridge’s head, where I couldn’t get at it. I needed more background, more story. I wanted this book to be about 4 times longer than it was.
Will be reading more Eskridge directly.