V. E. Shwab has done it again. She has swept me off my feet, taken me effortlessly on a journey, immersed me in a story I would have read in one sitting if I could have. 
Gallant is beautiful. I truly am in love with Schwab's style, her writing keeps me tethered with every word. It doesn't matter that I am not an orphaned teenage girl who cannot speak, Olivia's story is compelling. It's complex and beautiful, full of mysteries and gifts; gifts Schwab makes to the reader by surprising them with beautiful, subtle mythology she has built for this story and this story alone. In my current reading world, most novels are part of a series and so Gallant stands out: a single, singular story, whispered like a secret through 300-and-something pages, left to keep close to the heart when it reaches its end. 
For the last few years, I've reached for V. E. Schwab's books as soon as they make the shelves. Gallant certainly makes me want to reach for her stories again and again.