What’s this sorcery that calls itself When The Moon Was Ours? This book opened up my heart and filled it with happiness, love, grief, pain and tore it to shreds from the inside out. Though in a very good way.
“To the boys who get called girls,
the girls who get called boys, and those who live outside these words.
To those called names, and those searching for names of their own.
To those who live on the edges, and in the spaces in between.
I wish for you every light in the sky.”
– Anna-Marie McLemore, When The Moon Was Ours (Dedication)
Miel and Sam. Roses are growing from Miel’s wrists, the girl who fell from the water tower when she was little. Art flows from Sam’s hands, painting moons, climbing ladders and hanging them around town. The town calls them Honey and Moon, they’re peculiar, called odd and weird. But even they stay away from the Bonner sisters… Until the sisters approach Miel and take one of her roses by force… They believe her roses are the cure to bring back the power they once had in their town, and they will do everything to get that back. And what’s a better way to do this than with secrets?
Anna-Marie McLemore knows exactly how they can sweep you away in this raw and honest book and leave you completely speechless by the end.
Witches, pumpkins, roses, potions, magic and a lot of moons; Magic swirled around me while I was reading this book. Dazzling me still, even after I had finished the story. It definitely deserves its special spot on my favourites bookshelf.
“The idea of being called Miss or Ms. or, worse, Mrs. The thought of being grouped in when someone called out ‘girls’ or ‘ladies.’ The endless, echoing use of ‘she’ and ‘her,’ ‘miss’ and ‘ma’am.’ Yes, they were words. They were all just words. But each of them was wrong, and they stuck to him. Each one was a golden fire ant, and they were biting his arms and his neck and his bound-flat chest, leaving him bleeding and burning.
‘He. Him. Mister. Sir.’ Even teachers admonishing him and his classmates with ‘boys, settle down,’ or ‘gentlemen, please.’ These were sounds as perfect and clean as winter rain, and they calmed each searing bite of those wrong words.” – Anna-Marie McLemore, When The Moon Was Ours
Representation: a queer Latina girl and a trans Pakistani boy. (Whom I’ll love till every light in the sky goes to sleep)
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