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challenging
dark
emotional
mysterious
reflective
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Plot
- Strong character development? It's complicated
- Loveable characters? It's complicated
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? It's complicated
5.0
This book grabs your attention right away with a completely different approach to the Baba Yaga myth and magical realism. I was totally taken from the second chapter. It does get slow in the middle, but it’s worth it to keep reading because the conclusion to the story is so good and horrific and sad. This book will wreck you.
It bears noting in the review that if you have birth trauma or child death trauma you shouldn’t read this book.
I absolutely adored the interweaving of Baba Yaga into recent history and the magical realism that allowed it to happen. I think some folx might be agitated that things like shapeshifting and a house on chicken legs and the ability to reanimate the dead don’t receive more visceral responses in the book from onlookers. But I felt that the author did a good job of setting the stage that these kinds of strange events and magical abilities exist in the world and are oddities approached with curiosity rather than so rare that it would cause like a crowd or a burning at the stake like. :) The author does a phenomenal job of exploring the horror of these magical abilities in great detail.
This book deals with a lot of terrible, hard topics. It explores through the re-imagining of the Baba Yaga myth: the holocaust, intergenerational trauma, how the body keeps score and how remembering keeps stories alive. I found the intergenerational trauma pieces to be so true - what we’re discovering now with epigentics is that trauma up to 4 generations past shows up in our bodies in all sorts of forms. This book even explores that. It also explores how true history really has to be kept because you can erase cultures and people and in turn perpetuate violence by erasing their stories. Very applicable to what’s going on today in the US with CRT and book censorship.
I REALLY loved the lesbian love story - it’s not overly erotic or sex and attraction focused, it’s believable and just fits the story. It’s also not the focus which I appreciated a great deal. I squealed at multiple points in delight at the little lesbian budding relationship which really just contributed to the character development as the two involved learned about themselves.
My favorite quotes, which I love so much I had to write down:
“There is no such thing as a ghost of the dead. Yet suffering has a way of begging to be remembered, sometimes as a story, sometimes as a wraith. Today they say the air in what used to be Gedenkrovka is heavier than it should be. So altered, it presses damp on the skin. They say pain can be passed in the blood. A sorrow great enough can alter an ancestral line - can make itself visible in the body even generations later - even once the name of the sorrow is forgotten. How long does it take for the body to realize it is safe? Does it ever? Can a restlessness be a ghost? Can a pair of hands? There are no ghosts of the dead. Your grandfather does not sit at the foot of your bed and sing. Do not be stupid. You do not see a child in a Victorian gown by the window. These are mirages or devils. The dybbuk possessing your husband is simply his anger mixed with drink. There are no ghosts of the dead. And yet, this is a ghost story. There are no ghosts of the dead. But events? Events, if they carry enough wailing can leave a mark. Can squeeze themselves into terrible shapes, grow arms, legs, a head on which to wear a hat, feet on which to follow you. Events — they have a way of coming back.” from chapter 27
“I will ask you these: What happens when the walls we raise outlive the dangers they were built to keep out? At what point does a fort become a cage?” from Chapter 49
Be prepared with tissues. Lots of tissues. At the end. This is easily in my top 3 Baba Yaga books so far. I am tempted to give it 4⭐️ simply because of all the damned fucking tissues I went through and was not anticipating. But it’s too good for that.
It bears noting in the review that if you have birth trauma or child death trauma you shouldn’t read this book.
I absolutely adored the interweaving of Baba Yaga into recent history and the magical realism that allowed it to happen. I think some folx might be agitated that things like shapeshifting and a house on chicken legs and the ability to reanimate the dead don’t receive more visceral responses in the book from onlookers. But I felt that the author did a good job of setting the stage that these kinds of strange events and magical abilities exist in the world and are oddities approached with curiosity rather than so rare that it would cause like a crowd or a burning at the stake like. :) The author does a phenomenal job of exploring the horror of these magical abilities in great detail.
This book deals with a lot of terrible, hard topics. It explores through the re-imagining of the Baba Yaga myth: the holocaust, intergenerational trauma, how the body keeps score and how remembering keeps stories alive. I found the intergenerational trauma pieces to be so true - what we’re discovering now with epigentics is that trauma up to 4 generations past shows up in our bodies in all sorts of forms. This book even explores that. It also explores how true history really has to be kept because you can erase cultures and people and in turn perpetuate violence by erasing their stories. Very applicable to what’s going on today in the US with CRT and book censorship.
I REALLY loved the lesbian love story - it’s not overly erotic or sex and attraction focused, it’s believable and just fits the story. It’s also not the focus which I appreciated a great deal. I squealed at multiple points in delight at the little lesbian budding relationship which really just contributed to the character development as the two involved learned about themselves.
My favorite quotes, which I love so much I had to write down:
“There is no such thing as a ghost of the dead. Yet suffering has a way of begging to be remembered, sometimes as a story, sometimes as a wraith. Today they say the air in what used to be Gedenkrovka is heavier than it should be. So altered, it presses damp on the skin. They say pain can be passed in the blood. A sorrow great enough can alter an ancestral line - can make itself visible in the body even generations later - even once the name of the sorrow is forgotten. How long does it take for the body to realize it is safe? Does it ever? Can a restlessness be a ghost? Can a pair of hands? There are no ghosts of the dead. Your grandfather does not sit at the foot of your bed and sing. Do not be stupid. You do not see a child in a Victorian gown by the window. These are mirages or devils. The dybbuk possessing your husband is simply his anger mixed with drink. There are no ghosts of the dead. And yet, this is a ghost story. There are no ghosts of the dead. But events? Events, if they carry enough wailing can leave a mark. Can squeeze themselves into terrible shapes, grow arms, legs, a head on which to wear a hat, feet on which to follow you. Events — they have a way of coming back.” from chapter 27
“I will ask you these: What happens when the walls we raise outlive the dangers they were built to keep out? At what point does a fort become a cage?” from Chapter 49
Be prepared with tissues. Lots of tissues. At the end. This is easily in my top 3 Baba Yaga books so far. I am tempted to give it 4⭐️ simply because of all the damned fucking tissues I went through and was not anticipating. But it’s too good for that.
Content Warnings
Graphic: Antisemitism, Child death, Genocide, and War
Moderate: Gaslighting, Religious bigotry, Injury/Injury detail, Violence, Animal death, Fire/Fire injury, Grief, and Hate crime
Minor: Body horror
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