It took me a lot longer to finish this second book in the Parasol Protectorate series than it did the first, and I’m not entirely sure why it didn’t hold my attention as well (vacation, friend visits, work, summer?), but I enjoyed it nonetheless. The same cast of oddballs and eccentrics returned with a few extra weirdos thrown in for good measure, and I’m still enjoying the world Carriger has developed wherein fantastical creatures are not only known, but accepted into Victorian society. Despite the fact that the penultimate scene wasn’t as twisty as intended (I saw it coming from miles—and months—away), and the big mystery reveal wasn’t nearly as revealing (or shocking) as it was in Soulless, the last three pages of Changeless has me itching to read number three.
No. two for no. 6 on my challenge.
Being Tori 
Don’t be afraid. I won’t smite you. Probably.