BOOK REVIEW: MIDNIGHT AT THE ELECTRIC BY JODI LYNN ANDERSON

wow. what a warm, understated gem of a novel.

Midnight at the Electric is a novel that epitomizes "less is more." I don't even know where to begin with this novel. On its surface, Midnight at the Electric is not a particularly epic or sweeping tale, but that's because grandiosity is not what it draws its strength from. This a quiet, unassuming novel, seemingly straightforward until you turn its last page and realize that you're devastated and/or crying your eyes out. If you don't think short books can be powerful, this novel will prove you wrong. Everything about it works precisely because it's so condensed; it's distilled into its best possible form. The writing style is sleek, elegant, powerful—all without veering into sentimental or purple prose territory. It's comprised of 3 separate stories—one in 2065, one in 1934, and one in 1919—all of which are cohesive but distinct, each capable in their own right, but together forming a poignant and memorable whole. The stories are brimming with feeling, set in compelling time periods, but always, always grounded in their respective protagonists' psyches. They're heartbreaking but hopeful stories, bittersweet in the best ways. 

I don't know what else to say. Just go read it. Midnight at the Electric is definitely gonna be at the top of my "best books of 2018" list because damn, what a beautiful little novel.