There was a lot of good in this book. The excerpt that had been in the New Yorker was good. The premise was good. The storyline following Titania and Oberon had a lot of promise. But ultimately there were so many storylines to follow, and they didn't work together as well as they should have, so it ended up a disjointed one of those convergence-because-we're-all-interconnected stories, instead of a cool, surreal, modern retelling of A Midsummer Night's Dream. I really wanted to love this, and I just liked it.