Which made me distrustful, actually. But I had some first chapters to read, and was all MOAR MOAR MOAR!! when they suddenly ended.

I loved the detail with the scarf she ascribes to her readers in the odd sort of second-person narration she starts the book with. It is slightly cold, it smells of hot sugar, and we have a scarf, standing among the other spectators.

And then, the story starts...