I feel rather confused about this book.
On the one hand, it's quite amazing. I'll certainly remember the main character, a girl who can see fairies but is utterly un-twee and matter of fact about them. I loved the character of 15 year old Mor, prickly, intelligent, and vulnerable as she is.

On the other hand, this book seems to be unsure what it is. It plays quite cleverly with the oh so familiar fantasy tropes, and does so in a way that's satisfying rather than trite (and that's not easy to do). The story start after the point where most fantasy stories end: the great evil have been overthrown, the heroine has suffered loss and is getting on with her life.

If you can accept the story on its own terms, and dont expect it to follow the pattern of a fantasy genre book, it's quite absorbing. But then every now and then it's as though the writer cannot help falling into the fantasy pattern and this is especially true of the end. In many ways the ending is beautiful, but it belongs in a different book, one in which the magical elements have been built up and the harmful enemy introduced much more powerfully.

As it is, this feels like a dreamy float down the river which suddenly becomes a roller-coaster in the last few seconds.

Still, there is a lot to remember and think about and Mor, the heroine, has become another one of those remarkably real fictional people I've got to know over the years.