This may have to be the first book that I DNF. I don't recall ever having this difficult of a time with a story. Not even that characters know what is happening at this point.

Thomas is just a poor man's Sherlock who's 'deductions' aren't half as clever as the story wants you to believe. Audrey is a trope-y mess and doesn't know if she likes him, hates him, is giddy around him, despises him or loves him... to be honest her opinion changes from page to page with absolutely no logic or reasoning. This does not make me (as the reader) connect to the character or make her 'relate-able'. It makes me frustrated and feeling as though the author doesn't even understand the character.

I honestly don't know why so much back and forth is happening and I feel like I've read the same dialog and inner thoughts a MILLION times within the 83 pages I have read so far. I had SUCH high hopes for this story. I was expecting a Victorian era mystery/thriller/adventure but instead I just read about a boy (aged 17 or younger) telling a girl (age 16 or younger) to take the flower he just bought her, put it on her bedside table and think of him while she changes for bed. No. Just, no.

Actually, the more I think about it... the more I have convinced myself. This is my first official DNF in 29 years. I don't mean to sound so harsh but this has just been such a let-down and I'm honestly just sad about the whole thing.