In The Clockwork Scarab, the two very different girls—Mina, a scientist and thinker; Evaline, a hot-headed vampire hunter—are thrown together and given a mystery to solve: Who is behind the recent spate of upper-crust dead girls? Over the course of their investigation, they attend the event of the season, uncover a secret society, and blush a whole lot in the presence of a police inspector, a pickpocket and a boy not just from the future, but from an alternate universe…and realize that despite their differences, they are much more similar than either one would have ever expected.
It took a little while—much of the dialogue in the first third reads flat, the bullies are especially two-dimensional, and the segues between Taylor’s present-day narration and her memories are inorganic and repetitive (she does a lot of closing her eyes and remembering)—but eventually, Pearce and Taylor won me over: Overall, it’s a solid romantic paranormal mystery, and I got emotionally invested almost despite myself.
It's rare for my opinion of a book to turn around as drastically as it did with The Weight of Souls. I really am looking forward to the sequel.