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Witch of Wild Things by Raquel Vasquez Gilliland
5.0
"You thought I needed to be reminded that no one chooses me, ever?"
There are some books you read that no matter what part you’re reading, you’re on the verge of crying. Every underlying word, meaning, and action in the book hurts, even when it’s funny, you hurt still.
“When I kissed you, it felt like my spirit left my body. I want you to know that. I felt like I had died kissing you.”
This book was so much more than I expected. I was thinking it would be a cute, cozy, witchy book but instead, it punched me in the face and then drove over me with a van. The pain they were all feeling, the pain each one of them experienced later, out on their own, I was dying.
A breath in which the worlds merge once more. A breath in which I can see every creature that has lived and died, every shadow made, every god that has roamed this earth, all around us like layers of silk spun by spiders.
And then it-this glimpse of divinity-it passes.
As it must.
There are some books you read that no matter what part you’re reading, you’re on the verge of crying. Every underlying word, meaning, and action in the book hurts, even when it’s funny, you hurt still.
“When I kissed you, it felt like my spirit left my body. I want you to know that. I felt like I had died kissing you.”
This book was so much more than I expected. I was thinking it would be a cute, cozy, witchy book but instead, it punched me in the face and then drove over me with a van. The pain they were all feeling, the pain each one of them experienced later, out on their own, I was dying.
A breath in which the worlds merge once more. A breath in which I can see every creature that has lived and died, every shadow made, every god that has roamed this earth, all around us like layers of silk spun by spiders.
And then it-this glimpse of divinity-it passes.
As it must.