We Are Okay Review + Birthday Shenanigans

Sup, mofos.

My 22nd birthday was yesterday so I’ve been super busy in anticipation of that particular event. For those of you wondering, I went to a Death Cab for Cutie concert on Thursday night AND IT WAS MAGICAL AS FUCK. I’ve been to concerts before and I really enjoyed them. I’m a music-oriented person. Nine out of ten times I’m going to remember something in terms of what songs were playing or what songs were popular at that period of my life. So, concerts are a good place for me. Being introverted has its drawbacks in the sense of really, really hating fucking crowds but I’m also a super aggressive and angry introvert and that balances me out a bit. Anyway, it was magical. It was one of those times when you get goosebumps because suddenly everyone is singing along to a song that you used to fall asleep to and the nostalgia is tangible. I was amazed at how alive I felt during the concert and my friend that took me (an early birthday present, bless her) was just as stoked, which was awesome. I hella started tearing up during Soul Meets Body but it’s okay, we don’t have to talk about that. The moral of the story is that I am now a concert junkie – look out world, I just gained another tier of Crazy.

On my actual Womb Evacuation Anniversary, I spent the day getting completely fucking wrecked with my soul sister who happens to also have the same Womb Evacuation Anniversary. Jason has the stomach flu, though, so I had to cut my 10-hour drinking spree short. St. Paddy’s is such a fantastic day to be of legal drinking age and have a birthday because the amount of whiskey that one consumes is completely justifiable by saying “FUCK IT I’M IRISH”. I have definitely decided that I need to permanently ingrain my day of birth into my flesh by getting a Celtic tattoo. Sue me, I like body art.

A lot.

Okay, so here comes the nerdy part. I had a fucking amazing couple of days and then the bookish gifts started flooding in. I got my March package from my pen pal and she picked out some seriously rad looking reads for my library (because she’s a Virgo and I collect Virgos because they understand me). My incredibly sweet Uncle Grapes (it’s a long story, it’s fine. Everything is fine) sent me some money so I went straight to Barnes & Noble. I even got a year membership! No self-control! Also, for someone who has such immense tolerance for physical pain and alcohol, I sure don’t have any tolerance for people or expensive books. My boss (also a Virgo, I was not kidding when I say I collect them) found me amethyst bookends. She remembered that I saw them a few months back and didn’t feel like splurging so she went ahead and did me a solid. Here they are in their glorious and majestic as fuck nature.

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They’re so pretty, I could just die.

So then, my mother-in-law presented me with a personal library kit and a book embosser. That’s right, I have a book embosser now. She got me a copy of The Scorpio Races because one can never have too much Stiefvater in their lives AND I EMBOSSED IT.

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She used my fiance’s last name on the embosser and that made my cold, dead heart warm ever-so-slightly. I’m going to emboss everything I own and then if someone tries to run away with one of my precious babies I will hunt them down and emboss them, too.

Anyway, here’s a little snippet of my thoughts regarding We Are Okay (by Nina Lacour)

  • I read Hold Still a few years ago and really, really liked it so I expected the same kind of enjoyment from We Are Okay 
  • LBGT characters? Yes! Sign me THE FUCK UP. Gimme all the representation, all of it. 
  • It was a little tricky to get into, the story starts off pretty timid and vague but once I was in, oh boy, was I in.
  • Marin is extremely relatable; her grief is so realistic there were times that I thought I could hold it…if I was careful
  • The character development is astouding  – for real, some of the best CD I’ve ever read. You go from being like “Okay, what’s going on, send help” to being like “Something very profound just happened and I think I missed it because I was too busy watching these people unfold”
  • THE PLOT TWIST IS THE WORST THING EVER. Like okay, Nina. We get it, you like crushing people like ants under your feet but this is cool, too. There will be no spoilers ahead but I can tell you that the thing was revealed and I had to reread it because it was so unexpected.
  • It had a lovely nostalgic feel to it. There was such delicious descriptive language. It felt like road trips and Christmas and beach trips all rolled into a delightful little package of soul-crushing sadness.


I give it a solid 8/10 and highly recommend it for fans of contemporary fiction or who need to feel understood.

I also finished Anna Kendrick’s autobiography. It was good, I’m not a huge fan of biographies but I powered through it because I have a huge crush on her. It’s okay, I read her book. We’re friends now. You can definitely tell where she starts to get more confident in her story because she switches from objective storytelling to snarky asshole over the span of a couple pages. I’m just glad I finished it, to be honest. Her humor was so on point but I truly hate stories of Hollywood and fame. I detest them.

I am now looking for a new audiobook and trying to get through Truthwitch which is becoming better, the further I get into it.

I’ll talk to you guys when I’m done with my vacation so I hope you have a lovely week.

That’s all there is,

The Book Witch



How We Find Ourselves In Books

For the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why I was so drawn to the characters in the Raven Cycle series, especially Ronan or Kavinsky. They’re so contradictory and prickly, what could I possibly see in them, especially Ronan? 

Well, my friends, the mystery is solved: it’s because I, small and hateful angry bean, AM RONAN LYNCH. 

For the love of fuck, look at this shit!


I dress like that on accident, man! That is an actual face that I make at other human beings. (I’m the one on the left, by the way. I know some of you probably didn’t know that)

How many times have we fallen in love with a book or a series because we resonate so closely with the characters? I’ve been devoured by these books, turned completely inside out, chewed up, and spit back out. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing yourself in typewriter font.

For example, here is the List of Things That I Have In Common With Ronan Lynch Because I Need More Reasons To Stay Awake At Night 

  • trust fund babies
  • literally, we’re just privileged assholes with no verbal filters
  • my birthday falls on St. Patricks’ Day aka the Irish Day; Ronan is Irish af
  • taste in music that everyone fucking hates
  • don’t talk to us when we have headphones on, don’t touch our tattoos
  • give us a something fast and we’re happy
  • or, give us music and alcohol and we’ll be restless but better
  • we both lost parents and turned into bitter douche canoes
  • we will both end your life if you fuck with our baby brothers
  • or our friends
  • fucking with my friends is a sure-fire way to get your life ended
  • wear black and keep our resting bitch faces on point but are really full of feelings
  • a LOT of feelings
  • both think our boyfriends are some sort of godlike angel when in reality we are dating huge nerds
  • super sensitive to all things. don’t deny that Ronan Lynch is a sensitive mofo, he literally won’t let Gansey boy make other friends
  • both of us have had Kavinskys in our lives; we ended up not being with them because they were toxic af and would’ve ruined our shit
  • love our dads very much
  • treat our pets like children
  • like no friends but really fond of the ones we have
  • beings of rage and love
  • raised on a farm
  • raised Catholic AF
  • hates most things, including ourselves
  • is either dropping the F-bomb, flipping you off or being sarcastic
  • actual trophy wives
  • would rather die than hurt someone we love
  • PTSD, depression, and anxiety up the wazooo

There’s more, a lot more, but that’s the general gist of my argument. We fall so hard for these characters because we see ourselves in them. We love them when we cannot love our own souls. They are catalysts to the breaking of our hearts and the slow, aching awareness that brings us back to wholeness. The characters we love are constellations in the galaxies that reside in our bones.

I am so elated to be made up of these beings, these people that I will never meet. Their presence forces me to stop and remember my gushing affection or them and that reminds me to love myself, as well. The cycle is continuous and beautiful and my gratitude for the writers who penned the puzzle pieces of who I am is infinite.

I did actually pick up reading again – my book hangover has subsided a bit. I’m currently listening to We Are Okay by Nina LaCour and reading The Young Wives Club by Julie Pennel. I heard that you kind of need to force yourself to read again and that it really helps to pick something in a completely different genre. So, I guess I’ll read other books until my Dream Theif trilogy arrives. I GUESS.

In the meantime, I have my gorgeous new tarot cards, drawn by my Scorpio soulmate Maggie Stiefvater herself to work with. My favorite part of these cards is the accompanying book that comes with them – the translations are witty as hell. Its hard to find cards with translations that you actually resonate with! I swear this is a problem in the cartomancy community!


I actually had dreams about ghosts and my cousin last night but the best part was that she greeted me with a Jersey accent, mimicking my problematic son Joseph Kavinsky, and said “DICK GANNNSSSSAAAAAY THE THIRD!!”. It was such a calming sensation, hearing a 17-year-old drug  Bulgarian  drug addict mobster’s voice come out of my 21-year-old, and very female, cousin’s voice box. I’m not kidding, I woke up and I was like “So this is how the pieces fall together”

I hope everyone has a book character that they love so much it causes them physical pain. I know that I have several, because life is a fucking nightmare. 

That’s all there is,

Carry on

The Book Witch


Review of Raven Boys & Seven Black Diamonds

GUUYYYYSSS!!! Guess who’s back? It’s my laptop, Donia! laptopI picked her up from the Geek Squad today. She’s all better (hopefully) and performing much better than when she left. Yes, my laptop is also named after a fictional character. Judge me – I dare you. I can now start my epic journey of editing the terrible photos that I’ve taken with Manon (the name of my camera; hold tight, kids, its going to be a weird ride).


So, in other news. I finished The Raven Boys and I can sum it up in two words: holy shit. In my last post, I mentioned that the reason I loved Maggie Stiefvater is because she expends so much of her energy trying to make her readers fall in love with the characters… and boy, do you ever. At first I kept thinking “there is nothing special about these characters and I’m developing a severe dislike for them” and then halfway through the book, when the first thing happened and one of those precious cinnamon rolls was in harm’s way, I almost died. At that point, I realized that I had not gained one book boyfriend, but four. Also, I deeply sympathize and identify with Blue on a spiritual level. It ended, and I had already  bought the second book like four chapters ago. So, long story short, I’m absolutely ecstatic and somehow wallowing in dread as I face reading the next three books. I don’t know if my heart can handle it if anything happens to any of the characters. I might not recover.

I also finished Seven Black Diamonds and was surprised at how much I liked the ending. She has a second book coming out soon and I’m concerned because the first one ended on such a happy note… but then again, it was very alternate-universe Wicked Lovely, so maybe it will be all politics and none of my fae friends will be hurt. I liked the characters, but no where near as much as I liked my WL pals. I would shed blood over Wicked Lovely, no joke. I recommend it if you like fae books and crave Melissa’s work like I do. I’m not sure if I’ll get the second book – my TBR pile is out of control and I’m trying desperately to catch up. I don’t need the added temptation.


I’ve been in a very thriller/creepy appreciating mood lately so if you have something that will fuck with my head, please tell me immediately. I will love you forever and will be your own personal tiny ball of rage and emotions.

Have a great week, everyone.

Carry on,

The Book Witch




Book Witch Reviews – F*ck Love (Tarryn Fisher) 


Overall: 9.5/ 10 

Plot: I absolutely devoured this book. It’s the first Tarryn Fisher novel that I’ve read and it’s the first contemporary romance that I have gotten around to reading in a while. The book starts off as a trip, the hallucination kind, and I honestly had no idea what was going on; and then, the story unfolded and I was hooked. I couldn’t put this thing down. It’s a little sad, not going to lie, and it made me pretty emotional. The only reason that I docked half a point was the heavy theme of babies, only on the premise that I felt it was a little overused. I really enjoyed the way Tarryn used descriptions of people and places. (Can I call her Tarryn? I feel like we’re friends now) It’s a hard book to not fall into head-first because she made such a vivid, descriptive setting. I loved how she said that certain places were like “magic” because I’ve been to other cities that I’ve been convinced there were lines of unexplainable energies running underneath them. I felt like I was walking alongside Helena – leaving our footprints on top of the thousands of others before us. I was driving through old neighborhoods last night, places that I’ve previously been to, and I swear that I felt my legs tingle because I recognized that I had left pieces of myself in those streets. That’s how I felt when I read Fuck Love, like she was leaving pieces of the main character in each chapter. 

Characters: I loved Helena. She’s extremely relateable, very funny, and showed very human emotions. Sometimes I think authors forget that depression is real and should be talked about more than it is. Tarryn didn’t forget, Tarryn never forgets the wide range of emotion that human beings can experience in a day. Helena goes on this huge self- discovery journey and it is so perfect and spot on. There’s no miracles or sudden happy endings. There’s actually very few happy endings. I hated Della with a passion, Kit was kind of a douche (don’t worry, Helena knows), and Neil was unbearable. I loved Greer, I think next to Helena she was my favorite. 

Conclusion: I literally was like “what the fuck. what the fuck. WHAT THE F U C K” throughout the entirety of the last twenty pages. It ended with such a surprise that I almost cried with happiness. I had felt disappointment settle in my chest sometime before then over how I thought it was going to end shortly before then. I flew through the last two chapters because I NEEDED TO KNOW. If you want a bold, relateable, quirky book that soothes pieces of your soul and then breaks them, this is the one for you! 

Carry on,

The Book Witch 


An Announcement & a Book Review

Hello, friends. Again, terribly sorry that I haven’t been posting. The thirteen hour days are completely exhausting me and I’m trying to put sleep over hobbies. You know when you’re so tired that literally nothing sounds fun or pleasant? That was my last week. So unfortunately, I won’t be completing 30 Days of Book reviews. Instead, I’ll post one review and one personal post a week (on Tuesday / Thursday). I would love to keep doing this project but to be completely honest, it was starting to take the fun out of posting. I work much kinder schedules on Tuesdays and Thursdays so that will be easier and much more cathartic for me than “Oh shit, when was the last time I posted a book review”. Another reason that I’ve decided to keep the posts more spread our is because I have more time to compile a really thorough review instead of “What can I say about this book that will get me to bed faster” and also, I don’t think I have 30 books in my life that I’m so emotionally invested in that I want to give them all reviews. I don’t like giving half-hearted reviews and I don’t like giving bad reviews. I’d rather encourage you guys to read something than to turn you away from something you might have enjoyed.

I started watching Netflix’s A Series of Unfortunate Events today and I can say that I’m really impressed with it. I think Neil Patrick Harris could murder a man, sell his bones on E-Bay, go to prison, and I’d still be excited that he exists. They stuck extremely close to the story and I find myself becoming more fond of Patrick Warburton’ s Lemmon Snicket than I thought I would. They’re keeping all the nitty gritty details from the book series intact and I love that. This was one of my all-time favorite series as a kid. I also started going to the gym again. I would like to do enough squats so that I have the brute strength to crush someone’s skull between my thighs. Wish me luck!

Okay, since I’m skipping some books… here’s a review of something that I really enjoyed.






Maya is cursed. With a horoscope that promises a marriage of death and destruction, she has earned only the scorn and fear of her father’s kingdom. Content to follow more scholarly pursuits, her whole world is torn apart when her father, the Raja, arranges a wedding of political convenience to quell outside rebellions. Soon Maya becomes the queen of Akaran and wife of Amar. Neither roles are what she expected: As Akaran’s queen, she finds her voice and power. As Amar’s wife, she finds something else entirely: Compassion. Protection. Desire…

But Akaran has its own secrets—thousands of locked doors, gardens of glass, and a tree that bears memories instead of fruit. Soon, Maya suspects her life is in danger. Yet who, besides her husband, can she trust? With the fate of the human and Otherworldly realms hanging in the balance, Maya must unravel an ancient mystery that spans reincarnated lives to save those she loves the most…including herself.

Overall:  9/10


I loved this book. It’s another rendition of the Hades / Persephone myth mixed with Indian mythology and mythology is one of those things that I devour in a single siting. I didn’t expect to love this book as much but I remember staying up super late to finish it because it had totally ensnared me. It is a romance story, yes, but there’s enough political intrigue to keep it on the border of something else. The author’s prose was absolutely magnificent. I honestly think one of the main aspects of The Star-Touched Queen that hooked me was the way the author used language so descriptively and poetically. The world that it’s set in is super interesting and well written. Arranged marriages are always something that I dig because it’s one of those topics where everyone has an opinion; when you see it in a well-written book it always makes me ponder about my naturally ethnocentric views and how I should always check myself before I wreck myself when forming a view of another culture. Of course, not all arranged marriages are beautiful like Maya’s. I really enjoyed the added bits about her horoscope. I’m not about to give anything away (it’s right there in the description, don’t shoot the messenger) but the way that the kingdom treats Maya, based solely on her horoscope, a horoscope about a marriage nonetheless, is shitty. She’s basically  a social pariah and I liked that touch of realism in the story (sorry, Maya). We judge people so harshly and ostracize them for the stupidest reasons and this book was a great reminder that even a princess like her can be torn down by fear and ignorance.


Maya was the ultimate female lead for me – wary of her husband, calculating, sassy, strong. She was like yeah, you’re great and all but like, what’s the fucking catch, bro? She’s a complete catch. I love how when she feels confident in her relationship she’s a fucking badass queen who just wants to protect her husband and fight alongside him and then when she’s feeling anxious she’s all I will burn everything you love and admire. Freaking heroine of the century, she is.

Amar is totally sexy. You know how you read about a book character and you’re like 10/10 would tap that? That’s his whole character. I didn’t claim him as a book boyfriend because Maya scares the crap out of me (but Chandler, you say ‘Aren’t you afraid of Manon, Feyre, Aislinn, Donia, and Aelin? Nope, they’re my spirit animals. They don’t scare me because they are me) . If I lived in that universe I would nope the fuck out of there before she ended me for looking at her man.

Everyone else, of course, is written with literary prowess. The king’s right hand man is awesome and so is the horse-thing.


Not a cliffhanger, doesn’t answer all your questions, leaves you wanting more. I’m patiently awaiting A Crown of Wishes, which is a stand alone but looks like it will have similar characters.

Carry on, see you on Tuesday!

The Book Witch


Day 9: Forbidden (30 Days of Book Reviews)


I got fandom tea and Harry Potter bookmarks in the mail today and I screamed from joy .Some stories really do stay with us forever, prompting us to get all the ridiculous (or should I say ridikkulus? Sorry, sorry. I had to) merch we can get our hands on.  I also discovered the magical land of “Book Outlet”; thanks guys, so much, for not warning me about that website. I’ve seen so many pictures of people getting massive amounts of books from Book Outlet and being like “That’s a ton of money!” HAHA NO. WHY DID THEY ALLOW THAT WEBSITE TO BE CREATED.

Do you have a moment to talk about our lord and savior,  Sarah J Maas? I have a manicure appointment tomorrow (the salon I work at has the best nail artists) and I wanted to do something inspired by ToG and ACOTAR. I was thinking cyans, glitter, black, and plum – with moon and star accents on them. My nail girl is basically a magician – so I have faith that she will do it justice.

Today we’re covering a book that has some pretty extreme topics, so if you have PTSD or an aversion to sensitive issues, please come back tomorrow. I suffer from anxiety and OCD and I would be really sad if I came across a blog and one of their posts caused a panic attack. Please go listen to some happy music, put a kettle on, and take a warm bath. You are loved and appreciated. Your stress and feelings are valid, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.



She is pretty and talented – sweet sixteen and never been kissed. He is seventeen; gorgeous and on the brink of a bright future. And now they have fallen in love. But… they are brother and sister.

Seventeen-year-old Lochan and sixteen-year-old Maya have always felt more like friends than siblings. Together they have stepped in for their alcoholic, wayward mother to take care of their three younger siblings. As defacto parents to the little ones, Lochan and Maya have had to grow up fast. And the stress of their lives—and the way they understand each other so completely—has also brought them closer than two siblings would ordinarily be. So close, in fact, that they have fallen in love. Their clandestine romance quickly blooms into deep, desperate love. They know their relationship is wrong and cannot possibly continue. And yet, they cannot stop what feels so incredibly right. As the novel careens toward an explosive and shocking finale, only one thing is certain: a love this devastating has no happy ending.

Overall: I want to give it a -26/10 for how badly it broke me, but I guess we’ll just say 9/10

Plot: When I read the plot of this book, I was like “Oh no, I can’t possibly read that and feel any emotion but pure discomfort.” I was so wrong. So devastatingly wrong. This book took a sledgehammer to my heart and soul. It was like watching two trains collide and cry over the wreckage and destruction, even though you voluntarily saw the accident. It made me cry so many tears. Not even over what the poor kids are dealing with, grappling with their feelings for each other, but living with a completely abusive and terrible birth mother. No one should be able to write villains that good. She’s such an over-looked, every day horror. The real demons in our world are the ones who trick people into believing that they’re functioning members of society, while making the lives of children an absolute nightmare. It adds so much psychological intent to the story. Would Maya and Lochan have fallen in love if they didn’t have the mother as a factor? Who the fuck knows? It’s not me, I’m still processing how I felt after reading this book – over two years ago. Suzuma weaves a love story so beyond our normal scope of understanding that its hard not to root for Maya and Lochan. They go through absolute hell and back together and in a normal situation, that usually creates some sort of a special bond. I loved her writing style and how subtle the love between the two siblings was. You didn’t see any grand moments of profession – but rather, small moments of complete and total adoration. Of course, the two siblings can’t go around kissing or telling people about their relationship, which is another huge component of the book. It’s scandalous and heart-wrenching.

Characters: Lochan is amazing. He’s amazing as a father, brother, lover, and friend. He had moments where I was like “bruh” but he’s 16, falling for his sister, and the product of an alcoholic parent. Maya was awesome, too, but I felt more strongly for Lochan since he really carried the world on his shoulders and would’ve sacrificed anything for his family. They’re two completely lovable teenagers who have only felt true love with one another and that makes the book so damn hard. The mom, of course, is horrible. She should have been George R. Martin-ed off in the first two chapters. (I am not a fan of Game of Thrones because I know that man is a homicidal monster and I won’t be a part of his devious games)


Seriously, if you’re in a good place in your life and feel confident that you won’t have to miss work for a week after reading this book, you should read it. If you’re at a bad place and you need a good cry but can’t muster up the self-hatred, my friend, this is the book for you.

Carry on,

The Book Witch

By the way,  four more days until Netflix’s original A Series of Unfortunate Events comes out – starring the eighth love of my life, Neil Patrick Harris.



Day 3 – Love Letters To The Dead (30 Days of Book Reviews)


Hello friends,

Happy Day 3! I found this shirt and I needed it because reasons. It says “I would be more interested if you were a book” and I’ve never felt my personality more aptly described by an article of clothing until now.

I had to share it with you, had to. 

Are you guys ready to party? And by party, I mean “discuss another book full of feels”?

Good, let’s begin.

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It begins as an assignment for English class: Write a letter to a dead person.

Laurel chooses Kurt Cobain because her sister, May, loved him. And he died young, just like May. Soon, Laurel has a notebook full of letters to the dead—to people like Janis Joplin, Heath Ledger, Amelia Earhart, and Amy Winehouse—though she never gives a single one of them to her teacher. She writes about starting high school, navigating the choppy waters of new friendships, learning to live with her splintering family, falling in love for the first time, and, most important, trying to grieve for May. But how do you mourn for someone you haven’t forgiven?

It’s not until Laurel has written the truth about what happened to herself that she can finally accept what happened to May. And only when Laurel has begun to see her sister as the person she was—lovely and amazing and deeply flawed—can she truly start to discover her own path.

In a voice that’s as lyrical and as true as a favorite song, Ava Dellaira writes about one girl’s journey through life’s challenges with a haunting and often heartbreaking beauty.

Overall: 8.5 / 10 


Ah, a book that focuses entirely on the grieving process. It can’t possibly be sad! I read this book because the words “Kurt Cobain” are in the summary. It’s a qualification, fight me. I really, really enjoyed this book. I give it a 8.5 because there’s a couple short-comings with the characters that I’ll discuss in a second. I love books about grief. Call me a sadist, but there’s something inherently beautiful about the human process of sadness. The concept of this is just… awesome. I think writing letters is such a cathartic act and the fact that the main character picks people who her sister loved is so important (I also love all those human beings so reading this book was like “Oh yeah, I would totally do this”). The whole story is just heartbreaking. I’m not going to tell you why Laurel’s sister is passed, but it will destroy you when you find out. I also might be biased because its a deeply personal matter that I think hope a small population of the world would sympathize with. The idea behind this book is solid and I give it a higher rating just for creativity and prose.


Okay so this is why I had to dock some points: the main character is whiny and her sister is an asshole. I had to cut them both slack given the fact of the circumstances, but I cringed through the whole book. Not every young narrator should be loquacious and intelligent, on principle, but it was a bit tough getting through her dialog. The English teacher was rad. If you like books where teachers are cool and observant, this is a good choice. I do however like the fact that her sister wasn’t this perfect human – because we are allowed to grieve over sinners as well as saints. The main drawback of this story was Laurel, in all honesty, but if you can look past her general demeanor, its a really great read.

Conclusion: It’s a coming of age novel so there’s no real conclusive ending. She just kind of grieves… and grief is a long  ass process. The story just kind of wraps itself up that she’s coping. That’s not a spoiler – the whole point of the book is to explore how people navigate death. There’s no grand finale, no flourish of activity. It ends how all things end, eventually and suddenly. It’s beautiful, because it’s realistic. There’s no magic cap to the fountain of emotions that we feel after a sudden death and I think the author did a great job of portraying that Laurel will continue to miss and grieve for her sister for the rest of her life, whether she’s writing letters or not.

Best wishes to you all; may your reading never be interrupted unless it’s a very attractive human being doing the interrupting

Carry on –

The Book Witch