Overview (No Spoilers):
I was excited upon starting my new job to find that there was a reading group! So when the first book came up in January I couldn’t help adding it to my TBR list despite historical fiction occupying a very low rung of my prefered genres. That being said, Fever 1793 was everything I expected it to be, harkening back to my middle school reading preferences where I read anything and everything historical fiction I could find from the Revolutionary War to WWII. The story arcs were predictable with the ending being far too picture perfect despite the horrors that had been endured. There seems to be quite a few novels out relatively recently that attempt to ride on the coattails of Hamilton’s wild success. Throughout this novel I found myself wishing that I was reading a nonfiction account of this illness and the devastation it wrecked in Philadelphia instead of fictional family’s potential experiences. Overall, my middle school self would have loved everything about this book especially the ending, however 32 year old me was frustrated throughout most of this read due to the lack of world building, depth, and details.