I had huge hopes for this trilogy. So much so that I bought all three books at once. The author touted it as dark, and readers had only good things to say about it.
I was intrigued by the first book, frustrated by the second book and completely agitated by third, particularly because it contained so many sections of the first two books without many/any changes.
While I could have fallen in love with the characters, the story and plot was far too concerned with trying to be clever and ended up being nonsensical and all over the place and, except for book one, I just couldn't enjoy it, despite reading all the way to the end.
Yes, we want books to get under our skin and move us. We want to feel what our characters feel; live in their skins. But there is a vast difference between being moved, so that a book stays with me for days, and being agitated, so as to ponder why I didn't stop halfway through the second book.
Here's hoping you enjoy it where I could not.