“All the Crooked Saints” is so strangely paced that it was hard for me to get into it. I loved the premise and was really into this sort of agnostic-take on miracles. But by the time it felt like the book was finally moving toward something concrete, and not just Stiefvater waxing poetic or dropping proverbs, there was only a quarter of the book left.
If this book had been written by anyone else, literally anyone who doesn’t have the slinky, clever, tricky verbiage that Stiefvater has…it would have been horrible. Given that it was her who wrote it, it’s still a good book, but it’s not great. The ending feels rushed and disappointing given how full of description the rest of the book is. Otherwise, it’s worth reading just to get a taste of what masterful description and character-building look like.