Eve doesn’t know who she is. She only knows what people tell her: that her name is Eve, that she is in witness protection, that a serial killer from another world is out to get her. She learns she has magical powers, but whenever she uses them, she suffers more short-term memory loss. Despite her memory problems, she begins to discover that the people who work for witness protection may not actually have her protection as their primary goal. What’s more, she’s seeing visions of a storyteller and a magician at a strange circus, and they’re torturing her in these visions. She wonders if these visions could be her memories coming back to her.

Most of the book focuses on Eve’s struggle to remember what happened to her in the past, whatever it was she had to do with this mysterious serial killer. That’s what the people in witness protection want, and it’s what she wants, too, really. She wants her memories back. She wants to know who she is. The problem is, everyone around her is lying to her. She finally finds a boy she can trust, and together they set out to determine the truth.

I had hopes for this one, but they didn’t pan out. The book is slow, and not much happens for the first two thirds aside from Eve doing magic, passing out, and seeing visions. It makes for a pretty dull book. Leisurely-paced books aren’t inherently bad, but when the pace is so glacial that you contemplate simply skipping to the end so you can be done with it, that’s not great. It didn’t help that for most of the book, the plot seems so very pedestrian.

Despite its common elements (visions, amnesia, witness protection), this is actually a pretty original book. But you won’t know that until the end, when the nature of Eve’s visions is revealed. I’m not sure the payoff, which is intensely weird (but not in a bad way, really), is worth the slog to get there. I wonder if hints to this big revelation at the end could have been threaded through the earlier parts of the novel more successfully. Then again, I wonder if the only way to do this is through more visions, and I certainly didn’t want any more of those.

Much of my aversion to this book is subjective. I dislike reading about visions, dreams, flashbacks, or anything related. (The Harry Potter books, for all the love I bear for them, drag whenever Harry has his prophetic dreams.) Truth be told, my attention wanders and I find myself skimming those sections. So the creepy descriptions and neat turns of phrase that populate those sections were largely wasted on me. Perhaps others get more out of them.

I also have to admit that I have a big aversion to circuses. You may be thinking “Kimberly, why did you read this book? It is full of things you know you do not like.” Well. That is a valid question. I loved Vessel. I like Sarah Beth Durst’s writing. I like that she doesn’t stick to certain types of fantasy and branches out, writing a bunch of different subgenres. I hoped this one would work for me, despite the warning signs. Alas, it did not.

I read an arc of this book, and the point of view changed from third person to first person abruptly near the end of the book. At that point, the book became much stronger, though that also may be due to the fact that the plot also picked up at the same time. I’m very curious to see what the POV is in the final copy, as this strange shift seems like an editing mistake rather than a deliberate stylistic choice.

Review copy received from the publisher. Conjured is available now.