Kit and Fancy Cordelle are sisters of the best kind: best friends, best confidantes, and best accomplices. The daughters of the infamous …
I’m taking a break from this THREE day (unlike everybody else’s two day) terrible bar exam experience to bring you something AMAZING WHICH I HAVE DISCOVERED.
Click on the link above for the goodreads link.
BUT THIS. THIS IS SLICE OF CHERRY, which, as some amazing reviewer on goodreads put it, is like “a demented narnia.”
But actually it’s more than that.
See Dia Reeves is an amazing woman of color writer (she’s Black) and she’s created the amazing universe of Portero, Texas, which is sort of like what would happen if you stuck Toni Morrison and Neil Gaiman in a room and were like “hey gang, here’s some modeling clay, make me a universe please.”
It’s like Southern Gothic Black Literature meets fucking twisted as fuck fairyland fantasy and I swear to god it’s amazing.
THE WRITING THO.
the Cordelle girls just take every fucking thing in stride and I swear to god, it’s like Dia Reeves was like “all these white girl murdering bloody stories are so manic pixie and overdone, let me show you how a real live actual human being would end up this way.”
Their father is an infamous fucking serial killer.
Their mother is descended from a magical slave woman witch who’s venerated in the town.
Everybody in the town of Portero accepts monsters and magic as normal it’s like fucking Nightvale I swear to god.
And the LANGUAGE.
I swear to fuckng god the first scene involves these two teenage girls literally nearly killing a prowler who’s broken into their home to steal some serial killer paraphernalia and the younger one, Fancy says this to him:
“Daddy’s locked up, so we never see him. Madda had to start working twelve-hour shifts to support us, so we never see her, either. If Kit kills you, they’ll lock her up too, and then I won’t have anybody. That’s the only reason you’re alive. Because if I thought I could do it and not get busted, I’d kill you myself.”
Fancy looked away from the prowler’s horrified stare and finished threading the needle.
“I’m the Bonesaw Killer’s daughter,” she whispered, almost to herself. “Why would you ever think I was good?”
The language is perfect, the dialect is spot on, the mysticism is great and if I wasn’t so distraught over the bar I’d be reading this all throughout the night but I don’t have the brain function right now to appreciate it properly.
So here you go, guys, enjoy.
PS: as far as I can tell the only ppl who really don’t like this book are white girls who were expecting Merry Gentry or Tithe or some shit.
PPS: fair warning this is super graphic and messy and at one point the two girls literally fucking eviscerate a rapist who tries to rape Kit and like they paralyze him with some magic flowers and cut his stomach open and let wild boars feed on him while he’s still alive even though he can’t feel nothing and like jesus fucking christ Fancy, the younger one is like “careful you don’t cut out his liver, he needs that to live and we want him to suffer” I can’t even fuck.