I graduated from college and moved into a new house with my boyfriend this week.
So, naturally, I’ve got a few loose ends to tie up. A few weeks ago, as I was cleaning my room for the move, I mentioned in my blog that I’d found some of my professor’s books that she let me borrow a few years ago. She thought they’d be good models for me to look at while I was working on one of my stories that year. I got busy and, long story short, didn’t read them. I’m moving away from campus to start my life with my English degree. I’m reading them and giving them back to her before I leave. The second novel in the stack of books is The Miniaturist, by Jessie Burton. This is my The Miniaturist review.