Rooftoppers was all charm – a magical book with beautifully light prose, unforgettable characters, and a plot like a symphony – all rise and fall and elegance. This book is even better than Rooftoppers. which made me nervous that Rooftoppers was one of those one-hit-wonder flashes of genius the author is never able to replicate.
it doesn’t have the same sparkle of language or story it feels … dusty.
Cartwheeling in Thunderstorms is a fine book, it just doesn’t read like it’s from the same creative period as the two bookending it. This is all just wild speculation, but Cartwheeling in Thunderstorms just feels like it was written before Rooftoppers and maybe only saw the light of day to tide rabid fans like me over while rundell was writing her next masterpiece. THIS is the book i was waiting for as a chaser to Rooftoppers. Her wolves, Feo thought, were a bunch of the most beautiful criminals.
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