This book is a pretty dull wannabe Frankenstein story. It lifts the one overused concept from Frankenstein and presents that with very little originality and no interesting characters.
The main character, the titular Finley Jayne, is overpowered, preachy, and self-righteous. Her views gel with more modern ones, but rather than seeming ahead of her time, she behaves like the worst kind of time traveller, snubbing anyone who ascribes to or even understands contemporary mores. People who disagree with her are either stupid or evil, and I’m not even exaggerating. Even when it came to things like clothing.
It was hard to care about her powers or backstory when she is basically just there to judge and act out mini revenge fantasies.
The writing suffers from the deification of the main character. The story does not benefit from or add to the work from which it borrows. The best thing I can say about it is that it’s well-suited to short story format. But even that is because the plot is too weak to sustain a full novel.