For readers of Cassandra Clare’s City of Bones and Leigh Bardugo’s Shadow and Bone, The Girl at Midnight is the story of a modern girl caught in an ancient war.
Beneath the streets of New York City live the Avicen, an ancient race of people with feathers for hair and magic running through their veins. Age-old enchantments keep them hidden from humans. All but one. Echo is a runaway pickpocket who survives by selling stolen treasures on the black market, and the Avicen are the only family she’s ever known.
Echo is clever and daring, and at times she can be brash, but above all else she’s fiercely loyal. So when a centuries-old war crests on the borders of her home, she decides it’s time to act.
Legend has it that there is a way to end the conflict once and for all: find the Firebird, a mythical entity believed to possess power the likes of which the world has never seen. It will be no easy task, but if life as a thief has taught Echo anything, it’s how to hunt down what she wants . . . and how to take it.
But some jobs aren’t as straightforward as they seem. And this one might just set the world on fire.
Another thing that came out bland was the mystery, it was very cut and dry. Echo is scouring the world for these mysterious objects that hold riddles pertaining to finding the Firebird, the mythical creature that can stop the unexplained feud between the Avicen and the Drakhain. But where was the fun in figuring out the riddles when the characters knew too much for their own good? Echo and Ciaus only needed to breathe and they figured out the riddles. Rather than worrying about OTPs, and there is a whole gaggle of them in this book, perhaps the author should’ve put more thought into carefully crafting the plot devices.
Final Summation: The Girl at Midnight is tailored to fans of The Mortal Instruments and Shadow and Bone. A spunky heroine, a chipper and diverse cast of characters, and magic, there is much to enjoy from this book. Alas, I am too good at predictions that I spoiled the read for myself. That, and there were some plot holes that need addressing. While The Girl at Midnight is elegant in writing and packs a punch with characters, I wavered throughout the story waiting to see if my foresight was correct. Predictability is a downfall for a novel, and I literally read this like a open book (really bad pun, but it’s true). Hopefully book two can pull the wool over my eyes.