Review: The Miniaturist – Jessie Burton.

Autumn 1686, eighteen-year-old Nella Oortman appears in Amsterdam to begin her marriage to the illustrious merchant trader Johannes Brandt, but instead is met with his sister Marin. He finally appears, giving her a grand wedding gift: a miniature replica of their home.

She finds a miniaturist listed locally and uses their services to decorate the house with miniature versions of things she wants but cannot have in real life, but over time the Miniaturist sends more items without being asked, with more and more of an ominous presence in Nella and the Brandts’ life.

Set to be the young wife to a successful businessman in a new city, she soon finds out that there are secrets and dangers that impact them all, and could change their lives.

The Miniaturist sets off slow and grows on you. The intrigue of the miniaturist is one part that gradually draws you in, and the family dynamics is the other. It’s really well written and by the end I was totally drawn in to the family aspect most of all, which is maybe the problem. I felt like the miniaturist side was maybe a little bit underdone at some points and once in a while there were just little lulls where neither of the two main lines of mystique were being handled.

But, you know, by the end I thought it was kind of gorgeous. Without giving away any of the main plot points, it’s very of the time, quite different and as much as there was the occasional moment I maybe expected a little more, I really liked it in the end.

[★★★★]
Picador
@heathermmcd

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