When the Moon Was Ours
by Anna-Marie McLemore
It took one chapter for me to love this book. One chapter, and it was like, "Okay, you've got me." -- I was thoroughly hooked. I went into it not knowing what to expect, and what I found was a new book for my favourites shelf and a new author for my favourites list.Summary: When the Moon Was Ours follows two characters through a story that has multicultural elements and magical realism, but also has central LGBT themes—a transgender boy, the best friend he’s falling in love with, and both of them deciding how they want to define themselves.
To everyone who knows them, best friends Miel and Sam are as strange as they are inseparable. Roses grow out of Miel’s wrist, and rumors say that she spilled out of a water tower when she was five. Sam is known for the moons he paints and hangs in the trees, and for how little anyone knows about his life before he and his mother moved to town.
But as odd as everyone considers Miel and Sam, even they stay away from the Bonner girls, four beautiful sisters rumored to be witches. Now they want the roses that grow from Miel’s skin, convinced that their scent can make anyone fall in love. And they’re willing to use every secret Miel has fought to protect to make sure she gives them up.
The writing was absolutely beautiful -- it was such a lyrical, magical story with a cast of characters I'm going to remember for a very long time. It's books like this that remind me that I lovelovelove magical realism, and make me wonder why in the world I haven't read more books from that genre.
The book actually surprised me so many times, and that's quite rare these days -- it seems like half the books I've been reading are easy to predict, but not this one, it was unpredictable and I loved every twist and turn it took.
It's one of the few books I've read that I can't find fault in -- not one single flaw or disappointment, nothing I didn't like.
You know those stories and it's like, as you're reading, it fills your heart with helium so by the end it's like it could just rise right up out of your body and take flight? This book did that, filled me with so much lightness and brightness. I'd rate it 5 stars out of 5.
That's all I'm going to say about the book. I could gush about it for ages, but I think it's actually better going into it really knowing what to expect.
And now I'm going to have to go back and read the authors first book (The Weight of Feathers) -- I don't know why I initially had that written off as not my kind of thing, because if it's anything like this one it was most definitely my kind of thing and now I just need to read anything she's ever published.