1883. Thaniel Steepleton returns home to his tiny London apartment to find a gold pocket watch on his pillow. Six months later, the mysterious timepiece saves his life, drawing him away from a blast that destroys Scotland Yard. At last, he goes in search of its maker, Keita Mori, a kind, lonely immigrant from Japan. Although Mori seems harmless, a chain of unexplainable events soon suggests he must be hiding something. When Grace Carrow, an Oxford physicist, unwittingly interferes, Thaniel is torn between opposing loyalties.
There were elements of this book that were similar to The Night Circus, probably my favourite book. Ever. There were pieces in the book that took on a magical element, that seemed impossible in a Victorian England without magic and that little bit of something special, impossible to be due solely to mechanics and clockwork.
Thaniel’s life changes forever as he delves deeper and deeper into Mori’s world, and the more he learns about him, the less sure he becomes of his new friend.
I started off not being very sure about this book. It seemed to flow well and it was a nice read, but there was nothing too exciting about it. Nothing magical. Nevertheless I was still always looking forward to coming back and reading some more of it. And while I don’t think it had one specific moment for me when I thought ‘this is it, this is the turning point of the book,’ somewhere in the process of reading it the plot and the characters and the intricacies of the inventions swept over me and swaddled me in mysterious yet soothing blanket that kept me warm and satisfied while reading it.
I’ve read a few reviews that said this was a boring book, and I can see why. It’s a slow burn of a book, where character interactions and relationships are just as, if not more important than the plot. But don’t think there isn’t any plot. I just think the characters were the driving force of this novel.
I’m super stoked to read Natasha Pulley’s next book, which is due out later in 2017 I believe.