2023/017: The Girl Who Drank the Moon — Kelly Barnhill

2023/017: The Girl Who Drank the Moon — Kelly Barnhill

The feathers landed on the floor right in front of her. She stared at them—the quill, the shaft, each filament of down. Then she could see the smaller structures—dust and barb and cell. Smaller and smaller went the details of her vision, until she could see each particle, spinning around itself like a tiny galaxy. She was as mad as they come, after all. She shifted the particles across the yawning emptiness between them, this way and that, until a new whole emerged. The feathers were no longer feathers. They were paper. [chapter 26]

Every year the Elders take the youngest baby, the most recently born, into the forest, and leave the child for the Witch to find. ( Read more... )