Santo Domingo de la Calzada, 1532.
London, 1837.
Boston, 2019.

Three young women, their bodies planted in the same soil, their stories tangling like roots.

One grows high, and one grows deep, and one grows wild.

And all of them grow teeth.

My thoughts: There are few things that are certain in life. Death, taxes, and that I will devour anything my top 5 authors publish. Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil by V.E. Schwab is no exception. One of my friends was extremly generous and was able to get an ARC copy for me at New York Comic Con last year. However, I wasn’t able to get my hands on it till Yallfest in November. I must say, it was a little serendipitous that Victoria just happened to be in Charleston attending Yallfest to promote said upcoming release, and I was able to get my copy signed and personalized! Definitely a highlight.

Marketed as “Toxic Lesbian Vampires”, Bury our Bones definitely delivers. Follwoing the lives (and deaths) of three very different women as they go through the motions of the new opportunity that has been thrust upon them. One thinks it a blessing, the other a curse. The third…. you’ll just have to find out for yourself. One thing these pages show is that the women featured are always hungry for something. Which then begs the question: Is that such a bad thing?

I absolutely fell in love with this novel within the first few chapters. In it, Schwab brings back her lyrical writing style featured in The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue that readers fell in love with, but adds something a little darker into the mix. Even though it isn’t a thriller, Bury our Bones has enough twists and turns that make it easy to keep reading. Without spoiling it too much, I will say after turning the final pages, I was hungry for more.