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375 pages, Hardcover
First published October 9, 2018
We painted the woods that night. We gave it the colors we were and the colors we borrowed. We were opening our hands. We were giving up the stories we thought we already knew. We were becoming.
It is about the sudden understanding that you are something other than what you thought you were, and that what you are is more beautiful than what you once thought you had to be.
My hope for you, reader, for all of us, is two sides of the same wish: that the world gives us each the space to write our own story, and that we leave room for each other’s stories. They are where our hearts survive.
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A story about two sisters, and a prince who got turned into a bear, and all the ways magic can save you but also fuck you up.
"Remember what I always told you."
I let my eyes fall shut. "I have teeth."
I opened my eyes in time to catch his nod.
"So use them," he said.
You two never could follow rules, could you?
But I would not let the swans write our story for us.
➽W H Y T H I S W A S A M A Z I N G
➽C H A R A C T E R S
➽R E L A T I O N S H I P S
➽I N C O N C L U S I O N
‘There will always be two daughters. But we will always take one back.’
I could not let that kind of distance spread between me and the girl I’d mapped the woods with, both of us learning them as well as each other’s faces.
Roja and I had woven the roots of ourselves together so well that if she was ripped from the ground, I would be wrecked.
But I would not let the swans write our story for us.
“I don’t mind questions. Most people never bother asking.”
To them, Roja’s hair was a sign of her wickedness. To them, I was weak, a girl born without fingernails or teeth sharp enough to get into anything.
It is not a story about realizing you have become beautiful. It is about the sudden understanding that you are something other than what you thought you were, and that what you are is more beautiful than what you once thought you had to be.
“I was a girl who would never exist in a fairy tale, not just because of the brown of my body but because of my heart, neither pure enough to be good nor cruel enough to be evil. I was a girl lost in the deep, narrow space between the two forms girls were allowed to take.”
// buddy read with fic trash and asmr queen
We painted the woods that night. We gave it the colors we were and the colors we borrowed. We were opening our hands. We were giving up the stories we thought we already knew.
We were becoming.
Everything you mean well can twist and become something else when you’re not looking. Everything has an edge if you know to watch for it.
She was the girl I wanted, and the girl who knew me. She was the girl who let me choose, because she demanded no choices of me.
“You know, just because they don’t understand you doesn’t mean they don’t want to,” my grandmother said. “And just because they don’t understand now doesn’t mean they never will.”
Every time I talked to Yearling I felt like I was reaching into some smoke-glass jar, grabbing at words I couldn’t see and hoping they were the right ones.
The lie of who we were had killed who we might have been. It had buried us. It stripped us down into girls uncomplicated enough to be understood.
Blanca and Roja del Cisne have been born into a cursed family where one daughter is always taken by swans -- literally turned into one. It’s happened to their grandmother's sister, their aunts, their cousins, and it will happen to them, too. But they aren’t two girls who are going to accept their fate gracefully. They're each determined to be the one the swans choose, so their sister can be saved.This book was more like an immersive experience than like something with a describable plot. It’s a contemporary retelling of a number of Grimm and Anderson fairy tales, and a teeny bit self-aware of that. It’s also heavy on magical realism, which I usually hate because I never understand any of it. But it manages to feel enough like a fantasy that I loved every word of it.
Barclay Holt and Page Ashby are trying to escape their own family problems. The form of their escape brings them to Blanca and Roja’s house, and binds them all together.
Can four teenagers figure out how to break a curse, and define their own ways in the world?