I loved Shanghai Girls and Dreams of Joy but this book is not at that level. The characters have all the depth of paper cutouts. The slang gets old and makes it impossible to distinguish which doll is which in this 3 part narration.
Jodi Long sounds like your New York grandmother reading a bedtime story, a strange and jarring contrast to this story of night club performers in San Francisco's Chinatown in the 1940s.
I had high hopes for this book. Evil angels? Genius idea! Unfortunately, that was the end of the genius. After a promising beginning, the book switched to an unengaging flashbook about the goings on at an angelogy institute in the 1940s. I would have preferred more about evil angels and less about the angelolgists.
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