The Ten Thousand Doors of January by Alix E. Harrow

 

My wife loves beautiful books. This was her favorite book of the last six-ish months, and I see why. It takes a little while to get going, but once the storylines and timelines come together the book burns bright and glorious. Arguably skitters on the edge of YA, but that doesn't matter--that's probably because the love stuff is mostly chaste, especially in the mind of someone who's just read a book by Christopher Moore--and it's not as though YA is bad, exactly, and I suspect Ms. Harrow just wrote the story she had, and let things like reader categories and genre sort themselves out.