There is no denying the technicolor beauty of Vicki Pettersson's rockabilly heroine, where each crisp, thoughtful details brings the scent, feel, and lush sensuality of her perspective to life. In THE LOST, however, Pettersson reveals the fragility beneath Kit's meticulous habits, the dark correllary of her structured world.
Though I adore the moments when I can lose myself in Pettersson's writing, in the poetry of Kit and Griff's experiences, those immersive action shots do not span the entire story. I have a hard time framing the confluence of religion and magic that is Griff's reality, which means all of the revelations that hinge on Griff's angelic journey (or Kit's place in it) take me out of the moment, distract me as I try to assemble the rules governing Chosen and Lost, Pure and Fallen. I like examining how a magical system works, but I would have enjoyed THE LOST more if I could stop trying to understand how Pettersson's angelic ranks worked. The characters are fantastic, the writing is superb, and if I could have lost myself in the magic of this universe my review would have been 4 bats rather than 3.
While the vivid imagery of Pettersson's world created cinematic quality moments that I loved reading, that over the top passion also creates dramatic moments that overshot my ability to be invested. When so much of Kit and Griff's human/ angelic relationship relies on a magical system I don't fully comprehend, it's hard to be emotionally invested in their future. I know that moments between them can be some of the most beautiful I've read, I'm just not sure if I believe in any possability of a happily ever after for them. Luckily, in Pettersson's capable hands, even loss can be beautiful.
Full review to follow.
Sexual Content: Sex scenes.