The Diviners

Finished The Diviners by Libba Bray.  I received a copy of this from the publisher at BEA.

Summary (from Goodreads):

“Evie O’Neill has been exiled from her boring old hometown and shipped off to the bustling streets of New York City–and she is pos-i-toot-ly thrilled. New York is the city of speakeasies, shopping, and movie palaces! Soon enough, Evie is running with glamorous Ziegfield girls and rakish pickpockets. The only catch is Evie has to live with her Uncle Will, curator of The Museum of American Folklore, Superstition, and the Occult–also known as “The Museum of the Creepy Crawlies.”

When a rash of occult-based murders comes to light, Evie and her uncle are right in the thick of the investigation. And through it all, Evie has a secret: a mysterious power that could help catch the killer–if he doesn’t catch her first.”

Holy crap, this book.  THIS BOOK.

I literally loved everything about it, and yes, you should read that in a Rob Lowe on Parks & Recreation voice.  But I DID.  The serial killer/occult aspect is seriously terrifying (I mentioned to a friend on Twitter that Naughty John is second only to Pennywise on a list of “Fictional Characters That Scare The Crap Out Of Me”) but I also loved the fact that it’s set in the 1920s.  It makes me want my next birthday party to be flapper-themed and there’s a very good chance that I am going to try and bring some of the slang back.*

If it weren’t for the fact that this book terrified me beyond all reason, I’d love to live in it.  (New York in the 20s!  Evie! Jericho! Mabel!  Except Naughty John ALSO lives in it, so forget that.)

This book is perfect.  Highly recommended.  But don’t read it at night. 

* = This book is the berries.