Just couldn’t get into Strangely Beautiful. Oh, Hieber’s style was generally pleasing and her use of language was, in places, as lyrical and pleasingly poetic as any Anne fangirl could want. Certainly, the story line was promising -- a group of mystic Guards of The Grand Work search for their promised seventh member while an ancient dark force looses its hound upon the poor of Victorian London.
So what was my problem? Alexi Rychman was my problem. Every time Alexi glowered or stormed about with swirling robes, I saw Alan Rickman as Severus Snape. I don’t know if that’s what Heiber meant me to see, but I couldn’t stop seeing him and being annoyed.
And so, dear readers, I gave up on The Strangely Beautiful Story of Miss Percy Parker.