So I may not be pissed off enough at Victorian literature to have really fallen in love with this book. However, I have read an awful lot of Charles Dickens, much of it at gunpoint. (What can I say? I like Arthur Conan Doyle, and Rudyard Kipling.)
So the parodying-of-Victorian-virtues-by-portra
All complaining aide, however, I liked just about everything about the book and I ate it up in about two hours. It was fast, fun, and flexible. The characters are largely delightful, with a deceptive shallowness of characterization that is a feature rather than a bug. and the sides are clearly drawn. The worldbuilding is very cute, in an ah hah hhah hah kind of way, and the narrative breezes right along with complications, counter-complications, and counter-counter-complications.