I don't remember ever reading a book where I was so incapable of picturing what was happening. There were paragraphs of beautiful language that said nothing to me. There's a battle happening & Clara is playing a piano. I don't know where the piano was or how it helped anything or who was even doing the fighting! All the main characters were standing around talking, but it wasn't like dialogue, more like they're all thinking aloud. I hated it.