Review copy provided via Netgalley

As someone who enjoyed Miller’s other works, I genuinely thought I would love What We Devour.

There was a lot going on in the book; I felt like I was gliding across very thin ice and trying to get off the ice as quickly as I could before I fell, missing the scenery. I honestly remember nothing from the book outside of being vaguely interested. Main character who? (I mean, I do remember a character with a very vampire like name that I may have dubbed His Royal Redness.)

The same could be said about the world building as well - there is a lot of information being thrown from early on and continues to who knows how long. I found myself interested in the world Miller built, but I also didn’t feel there’s enough time to truly absorb all of the information before I’m given more information. That added on to everything else going on the book just didn’t execute well despite the amazing premise. I don’t know how I can be so interested but confused at the same time, but here we are.

I don’t know what happened, but there was no devouring this book. More accurately, it was like eating food that sounded and looked like it would be the best meal, but turned out to be bland and just for sustenance. And unfortunately, in this case, I didn’t even finish the meal.