“Things have been cracked for so long, Sage,” Sky responds. “They needed to break. So now the roots and leaves can come out and everything can bloom again.”

Why is every book I’ve read recently an elegy for forgiveness? Actually, don’t answer that. I don’t think I’m ready to look so closely at it.

This book took a few chapters to get into. It was a very slow start. But somewhere around chapter 10 I became so invested I couldn’t put it down. I read it in one sitting. It made me want to go and plan out my spring garden. It made me want to call my brother and tell him I’m sorry for anything and everything I’ve never acknowledged.

Witch of Wild Things checked all of my boxes. Broken siblings bonds? Check. Well-meaning but still absent parental figure? Double Check. The sweetest second chance love story I’ve read in forever? Check, check, check.

At its heart, this story is freshly overturned dirt, the creeping vines that grow around windowsills, the sting of salt on the air—just everything earthbound and homesick. I cannot recommend it enough.

Bland, 2.5. Siento que se podía ejecutar de una mejor forma y la falta de comunicación entre todos los personajes me tenía HARTA. Ah, y también me carga el spanglish forzado en los LIBROS.

A beautiful, magical story. It made me cry. A lot. But I loved it. The romance was sweet. loved first seeing the blossoming of trust and friendship between Sage and Tenn. The characters felt real, all of their emotions raw and tangible. And the magic system was gorgeous. The family dynamic was what really hit the hardest. So much trauma and turmoil. And I could feel every bit of it through the writing. I read this in one go because I just could not put it down.