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That’s the hard thing about love, isn’t it? You don’t get a choice. You don’t get to look at someone and say, “I pick you.” It just happens. Someone shows up and all of a sudden it doesn’t matter what you need or deserve. You love them, whether you want to or not.
—  from an unfinished story #761

When the Moon Was Ours by Anna-Marie McLemore


Summary: 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.

Thoughts: The book is a re-imagining of the tale of La Llorona. The story also incorporates the Afghani and Pakistani cultural practice of bacha posh, in which families without sons will dress a daughter as a boy. Traditionally, when the bacha posh reaches adulthood, she returns to living as a woman. Sam struggles to decide if he can leave behind his boyhood and grow into womanhood, or if his true desire is to live the rest of his life as a man.

This is a beautiful tale that wraps you up in a world of magic, secrets, and love. Highly recommended.

Warnings: Transphobia and misgendering, Traumatic childhood experiences, Body horror for the roses that grow out of Miel’s wrist (*details/spoilers below)

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Uuummm…I’m willing to do a lot of begging for Harris to not die. Like a lot. You totally make him sound like a badass, which he is in his own quietly psychotic way, but please don’t kill him? Please?

Harris will be just fine!

And just to clarify, if I ever was going to write deathfic, it would 100% be tagged from the absolute beginning as deathfic.  It’s really not my thing, so I doubt that’ll ever be a tag I need, but there’s absolutely no way that I’d post that without a lot of warnings. 

Despite the fact that everyone knows that there’s never any chance of death or lasting damage, I seem to get people to care, anyway, so I’ve never found that sort of tension to be necessary. 8)