Starling House

by Alix E. Harrow

I wanted to see where she came from, prove to myself that she was real. I wanted to walk through her secret architecture, run my fingers over her wallpaper, see her curtains flutter in the breeze and believe, for a moment, that it was her ghost.

the human equivalent of unsalted butter,

lol

suicide is a folded hand and I’m no quitter—

*chefs kiss* metaphor

His palm had felt like a fresh-peeled boiled egg.

*chefs kiss* simile

honeysuckle, I figure, which is only ever a show tune away from gaining sentience and demanding to be fed.

Walking away from Starling House feels like climbing back through the wardrobe or up the rabbit hole, waking up from some heady dream. It seems impossible it could exist in the same world as abandoned Burger Kings and cigarette butts and the candy-red logo of Tractor Supply.

This book is written for all the fantasy-reader 90s kids <3

I would like to ask Lacey’s meemaw if she’d considered the quality of potential husbands available in Muhlenberg County, but I suppose, given the existence of Lacey, that she must have made certain compromises.

Lol

as if he is trying to pet Baast without being bitten.

<3