4 STARS

Tiger’s Not Daughters follow the life of three sisters, Iridian, Jessica and Rosa, after their elder sibling Ana death. Since she was their leader and protector, the three sisters feel lost without Ana while they try to escape from the crushing grip their useless father has on them. Iridian, Jessica and Rosa have all their cooping mechanism to get over Ana’s death, but they find themselves drowning in them, be they depression, an abusive relationship or a purpose.
One day, the ghost of their sister comes back to hunt the house, but the three sisters struggle to understand if Ana wants to help or punish them.

I really liked the oppressive atmosphere and the way the author has managed to talk about heavy topics (like death, abuse and depression) without overdoing it, but being nevertheless totally effective.
I loved the fact that Iridian, Jessica and Rosa are absolutely able to save themselves and don’t need the help of their spineless neighbours who are only able to pretend to be their heroes from afar without acting on it.
The spirits of these three girls are strong and I loved their story!

I received this ARC from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review

This is a beautifully written, intense novel about grief.

After Ana Torres dies, her sisters cope with it in different ways. Iridian carries Ana’s favorite book everywhere like her compass and begins writing romance novels. Jessica moves to Ana’s room (which she got after she pouted about losing a game of 'Who Loved Ana Most', using her makeup products and starts dating Ana’s abusive boyfriend John. Rosa thinks their sister’s soul is reincarnated into a wild hyena’s body.

This book is beautiful and haunting. It's described as King Lear meets The Virgin Suicides, and I definitely saw that.

Content warnings for abuse

The Torres sisters want to get away from their father and the neighborhood that is just as controlling. Ana, the oldest sister, dies the summer after her senior year. It is now a year later and the other three sisters are still grieving and feel haunted by her memory. They don’t know if they will ever be able to leave Southtown. When they start hearing strange noises and seeing strange things around the house, they begin to wonder if Ana is haunting them … maybe trying to tell them something. What exactly is going on?

Tigers, Not Daughters is the first book in a new series with the same title. Although there are supernatural aspects to the story, the overall storyline could be considered realistic fiction. Is it a ghost story? Is it a love story? Is it some combination of both? Readers will love to follow along as the characters explore their thoughts and traditions that entwine within their lives. This is a quick read and readers will wonder how they finished it so fast.

First of all, thanks to NetGalley and Stephanie from Algonquin Books for sending me an eARC in exchange for a honest review.


TRIGGER WARNING: abusive relationship, bullying, domestic violence.


The last time I wrote about this book was about how much its beginning reminded me of Jeffrey Eugenides' "The Virgin Suicides". That's because it starts with a plural first-person narrative, where a group of kids have been watching the Torres sisters for years from the window of the house across the street - the same happened in the Eugenides' book, where this group of kids watched the Lisbon sisters.

But where are the differences?

The Lisbon sisters were five, the Torres sisters are four.
The youngest Lisbon was the one to commit suicide, here it's the eldest Torres who dies and it's a tragic fatality.
The Eugenides' boys just looked at the Lisbon sisters in a voyeuristic manner with almost sexual implications, the observation of the Mabry's boys instead has has a more like infantile aspect of infatuation and they occasionally interact with the Torres sisters - and it's precisely due to their intervention that the sisters' escape is discovered and interrupted. And maybe, if the boys with their desire to help the Torres hadn't led to the discovery of the attempted escape, some time later Ana would not have died.

There are also those who have compared this book to a dark, horror and tint of magical realism of "Little Women" - which, I must admit, I have never read in my life.


The story begins on the night of the Torres sisters' interrupted escape, in which the boys of the house across the street watch the sisters come out one by one from the window of Ana's room - careful not to wake up the father who sleeps downstairs, ready to leave Southtown, San Antonio, their Latin neighborhood with all its traditions and the families that live there behind. But, as I have written above, the intervention of the boys causes their father Rafe Torres to catch them and bring them back. And, some time later, Ana dies.

If the Eugenides' book was entirely told by the boys, here the remaining Torres sisters find their voices and the story is told from their points of view.

The eldest now is Jessica, who works in a pharmacy and is the only one still willing to help her father when he is in a crisis - that is, when he drinks too much or needs money. Jessica has reacted to her sister's death by trying to become Ana: she has taken her room, her clothes, her make-up and she tries to occupy even her vacant place in the lives of others - but she is always, always angry.

Iridian follows, who no longer leaves the house due to an episode that we will later discover. Guilt overwhelms her, she has made Ana's books her own and fills notebooks after notebooks trying to write her own story and all those other stories Ana left incomplete along with her books hidden in the closet.

Rosa is the youngest - the gentle one with a pure heart, the spiritual one who always goes to church and who is said to be able to communicate with creatures, sensitive to everyone's lives.

One year after Ana's death, the life of the Torres sisters is shaken when each of them comes into contact with what appears to be Ana's ghost: the imprint of a hand on the shower curtain, phrases written on the walls, the sound of laughter and the smell of oranges in the house. Furthermore, on the anniversary day, a hyena ran away from the zoo to wander around their neighborhood and Rosa doesn't believe it to be a coincidence. Is it really Ana? And what does she want? Does she want to send a message? Does she want to keep the sisters together or terrorize them to the point of running them out of the house? Does she want to save them or does she want revenge?


"Tigers, Not Daughters" is a chilling story - especially if you read certain paragraphs late at night. Trust me, don't do it - or at least keep your lights on. It's a story about mourning, about the loss of one's identity - all the sisters have lost Ana, to whom they were tied in a different way and Jessica has above all lost herself trying to become her sister.

During that year, the sisters grew apart from each other, too caught up in their own grief and trying to reconstruct a semblance of life. All of them have a complicated relationship with neighbors because sometimes they are too nosy but they are also the only ones the sisters can ask for help since their father has never been able to be a support in any way - neither physical nor emotional - and they can only count on each other to help when things get ugly.

We know about the sisters' life at the moment because they tell us about it, we know excerpts from their past life when the boys take the stage in telling us about events they have been witnesses to or when the narration remains simply impersonal, as if it were a news story.

Its style involves the reader - also due to the short chapters - with a poetic sound, just like that oranges smelling wind that Iridian felt on her face and that envelops the reader. The parts involving Ana - or rather, her ghost - literally brought goosebumps on my arms and a shiver down my spine on more than one occasion and we get to see how much her presence upsets the girls' life even if, at the same time, they aren't even that much surprised by her appearance and they accept it because they know so much has remained unfinished.

However, it's a pity we have no stories about the Torres family's past life with their father: we know he drinks, he always asks Jessica for money, he insults Iridian, he seems to have an obsession with Ana so much that he always wore an old bracelet on the wrist that belonged to his eldest daughter - I will never get an answer to the doubt that had arisen in me after reading about this detail and after a phrase spoke by Iridian had made all those alarm bells ring in my head. It's understood Rafe Torres was never a good father, but we never find out about what made Ana always look out the window with her eyes turned to the sky and a look that screamed how much she wanted to fly away from there - about what pushed the Torres sisters to try to escape that night.

However, it remains a book with a magical, hypnotic and a little dark atmosphere that remains in your bones even after you have finished it.

This is not at all what I was expecting going into this story. The oldest sister dies mid escape in the first few pages and the three other sisters are left to pick up the pieces and deal with the grief. Like anyone else they deal with it in different ways; church, boyfriends, writing. Not all of these are great choices. A year later they feel as thought their dead sister is haunting them. While this isn't proven it it left up to your imagination.
I really liked this story and the way that the sisters came together and learned to grieve together. It really shows the bonds of family and that together you can feel loved. My only problem would be the multiple POV. It was jarring to have three POV throughout the story but I understand that it gives each sister a chance to tell their own story.
Overall if you enjoy a magical realism book that has a strong family element then this is for you. Just be aware it is a darker story and not for everyone.

Tigers, Not Daughters tells the story of four sisters, one of whom tragically passed away a year prior to the setting of this story. The three remaining sisters are left trying to pick up the pieces of their lives in any way they can, and unfortunately having to deal with their overly dependent and somewhat absent father along the way.

The ghost of their deceased sister starts to appear and the girls think she is trying to get them to leave their house and their father. But they find out that their sister may want something else for them.

Tigers, Not Daughters deals with grief and the different ways it presents itself in people. These girls are so broken and they learn that they really need to lean on each other in order to heal. Highly recommend for anyone looking for an emotional, somewhat heavy read!

Overall, I found myself unable to put this book down. It compelled me to finish it as soon as I started reading. This book is best going in not knowing much and I honestly stand by that. The writing was well paced allowing the story to progress with ease. The transition between the point of views was done well and flawlessly. The plot felt like a glimpse in someones live. It felt as if I was a spectre watching everything happen. The characters were well rounded and tangible. They felt as if they could people who I knew. My only critique is that it felt like too much of a glimpse. I would have loved for there to be more. I highly recommend this book for anyone who wants to read a contemporary that is more on the darker side of things and that borderlines magic realism/ paranormal. Thank you so much to Algonquin Young Readers for providing me with a copy of this book to review.

This book was FANTASTIC even with it's hard hitting elements. It's a story of love and grief tangled into one emotional story with a supernatural twist. I loved the dynamic between Torres sisters and how genuine it felt. There's something about books with an unimaginable tragedy that ultimately ends up bringing people together that just wins my heart. The Torres sisters all have their own distinct personalities and have a major rift between them after the death of their oldest sister, but by the end become an unstoppable force to be reckoned with. I couldn't help but fly through this in one sitting because I was so caught up in the story.

Definitely looking forward to reading more from this author in the future.

Happy Publication Day!!
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Thank you @netgalley and Algonquin Young Readers for giving me an arc in exchange for a honest review. Publication date March 24th 2020.
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If you are ever in the mood for a short tale about sisterhood, love, loss, grief and perseverance - look no further. I cried so many times reading this, it was ridiculous! Tigers, Not Daughters might be the first “hard-hitting” contemporary that I would actually recommend to people. Mabry tacked the subject of grief with so much grace, even though she broke my heart, the reading experience was beautiful.
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The ending fell a little flat for me, so I settled with four stars.
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Title: Tigers Not Daughters
Author: Samantha Mabry
Genre: Fiction
Rating: 4 out of 5

There are four Torres sisters: the oldest, Ana, is determined to live life her way. Jessica, flouts convention and puts walls around her heart. Iridian clings to words. And Rosa is free spirited and drawn to the wild. The girls live with their father, a widower who relishes his control of every aspect of their lives, but after Anna falls to her death from her bedroom window at the age of eighteen, the family splinters.

Jessica, now the oldest, tries to keep her family together while subsuming as much of Ana as possible into her own life. Iridian withdraws from the world. And Rosa becomes obsessed with an urban myth. But when mysterious things start happening around the Torres house, the girls start to wonder if Ana is haunting them. And if she is, what is she trying to tell them?

Tigers Not Daughters was a little hard for me to get into, but I’m glad I did. I didn’t like all the characters—Jessica in particular seemed particularly selfish and not in the least self-aware—but it was wonderful to see them come into their identities as sisters and family and women who could stand on their own two feet. I’ve seen this touted as a cultural lodestone, but, honestly, I’ve read much more vibrant novels on the Latin-American culture. It was secondary at best in this novel, with the focus being on the girls themselves.

Samantha Mabry credits her tendency toward magical thinking to her Grandmother Garcia, who would wash money in the kitchen sink to rinse off any bad spirits. She teaches writing and Latino literature at a community college in Dallas, where she lives with her husband, a historian, and a cat named Mouse. She is the author of A Fierce and Subtle Poison and All the Wind in the World. Visit her online at samanthamabry.com or on Twitter: @samanthamabry.

(Galley courtesy of Algonquin Young Readers in exchange for an honest review.)

Tigers, Not Daughters was a surprising read.
It surprised me with how well it was written. The writing flowed well, it was paced just to my liking, and it was captivating from the beginning. The style in this book is perfectly suited with the storyline as it balances it out by keeping things short and sweet, and with that keeping your attention.
It also surprised me with how dark and heartbreaking it got at times, and I think that is mostly due to how well the characters are developed. I couldn’t help but empathize and feel connected to them, though the circumstances aren’t something I’m familiar with, not even remotely. But the characters and their emotions are brought so well on the page, they are so vivid that they feel so realistic, despite the fact that this story touches on the fantasy/magical realism genre.
The only thing I can note as something I wish was better was the ending. It’s quite a satisfying one, but it did leave me with a few questions, as not everything is answered throughout the text. I hope that the sequel that is scheduled for next year will answer those.
I recommend Tigers, Not Daughters. I feel like it’s an experience that fans of YA/Contemporary Fantasy should give a chance to.

When I read that this book was a twist on Little Women, I got really excited! I had seen the movie not too long ago and loved it, so I though: why not? When I started reading it I even found out that it's about four latina girls which made me even more excited to read this book!

The book is about grief and dealing with the death of a loved family member. It shows how the three very different Torres sisters deal with the death of their oldest sister, Ana, a year after her death. It's about how they deal with their father, who doesn't really care about his daughters and is still grieving the death of his wife.

I really like the characters in this book, and how different they all were. Every girl has her role in the family and has a certain hobby, which I found so interesting to read. As well as how every sister grieves differently, how they all deal with the death of their sister.

The book is character driven, so the plot is secondary. I really liked this, since I really liked the characters. I liked how they vibed with one another and how they stood up for another. I am a big fan of character development, and I really loved how the author developed her characters in this book!

The plot was quite basic, but since the characters are more important than the plot, they make up for it. The "haunted house" aspect that the story had was not my favorite, but it still was interesting to read. I am just not a big fan and believer of haunted houses and spirits looming around.

I give the book three stars because it lacked depth. Even though it's a character driven book, the plot could've been a bit deeper and there was just something unidentifiable missing for me. Something to make it *super* interesting and hard to forget.

But all in all it was a nice and lovely read about three sisters that miss their eldest sister, a beautiful story about sisterhood. I do recommend this book to anyone who wishes to read a light and beautiful book about the love between sisters, who are so very different and all so lovely in their own ways.

I tore through this book with feverish delight. It is an act of grief, of destructive beauty, of a love beyond death. Mabry’s prose is as haunting as a sister who should be there and is not. Each of the Torres sisters is perfectly and imperfectly rendered. Unique in their grief, hating and loving and willing to fight each other as much as their willing to fight or each other.

This book was deeply personal to me. I am the oldest of six sisters. I know the precarious balance between love and loathing, and how sometimes hard things bring you together and sometimes they rip you apart. But no matter how things tear, they can be sewn up and made stronger than ever.

Book review time! This month, I opted for something a bit more slice of life meets magical realism meets ghost story than I normally go for. I just wanted something a little different and this fit in with that. It’s called Tigers, Not Daughters and is by Samantha Mabry. It was released on the 24th from Algonquin Young Readers. As usual, I must thank the publisher and NetGalley for giving me access to an ARC in exchange for an honest and unbiased review. Let’s get on with it.

Tigers, Not Daughters follows the remaining Torres sisters (Jessica, Iridian, and Rosa) as they struggle to cope with life after their oldest sister’s (Ana) death. Jessica tries to become Ana. Iridian hides herself deep within books and writing. And Rosa attempts to make sense of everything through her connections with animals. Throw in a useless drunk of a father, nosy teenage boys who want to be heroes but only make things worse, an abusive boyfriend, and a ghost just to make the sisters’ lives more difficult. Teenage angst and sisterhood. What more does a story need?

I admit I was a little on the fence about this story plot-wise. There’s a slow build before the magic and ghost story kick in, so I wasn’t grabbed in the way I’m used to with YA fantasy type books. But I’m glad I kept with it. And it’s a short book (less than 300 pages), so the wait for weird wasn’t really that long. It gave the characters a chance to shine on their own before everything else could distract from them. I enjoyed how the weirdness kind of crept in around the edges before you even realized it was there.

As far as the characters go, we get to see most of the story from Jessica, Iridian, and Rosa’s views with a few interjections from the boys across the street. Each viewpoint is distinctive and beautiful in its own way. I didn’t even have to check the chapter headings to know whose head I was in, which is rare. It’s really hard to find characters who are similar yet different enough to stand apart from each other. I especially love Rosa, the kind and loving youngest sister who doesn’t even know what jealousy feels like until she experiences it for the first time, but who also kicks ass when she needs to. She’s the best.

The writing is absolutely gorgeous. There’s a lovely sense of poetry that flows through this book. I think that’s what kept me reading in the beginning. I’m glad it did. It makes for easy reading as well as interesting images.

Ultimately, I really enjoyed Tigers, Not Daughters. It was a wonderful glimpse into grief and family dynamics and the bonds of sisters. I’ll definitely keep an eye out for more stories by Samantha Mabry.

Overall, I gave it four out of five stars. Why did I take away one? Because I finished the book a few days ago and am already forgetting parts of it, which means I probably won’t remember it at all in six months. That doesn’t mean it’s bad, it just means it wasn’t memorable for me. But I still totally recommend it if you like magical realism and ghost stories about teenage girls.

I was thrilled to be offered the chance to take part in this blog tour with Algonquin Young Readers, and I’m so glad I jumped on board, because I love TIGERS, NOT DAUGHTERS! This book is loosely based on KING LEAR, which has always been my favorite of Shakespeare’s plays. (It’s been years and years since I’ve read it, though, so don’t feel like you have to know anything about it before reading this book.) Ms. Mabry says this of the title and how she got the idea for this book:

>>“TIGERS, NOT DAUGHTERS is a phrase from Shakespeare’s KING LEAR. In the play, it’s used as an insult, hurled by Albany at Lear’s selfish and disobedient daughters. When I recently heard that phrase spit out with such venom during a production, it struck me—how could I write a story in which this wasn’t an insult, but, in a way, praise? I’ve always been of the mind that some parents frankly deserve to be disobeyed, and I’m sure many young people would agree.”<<

I was immediately on board with the idea that being a “tiger” didn’t have to be an insult; instead, it could be a strength. Why shouldn’t young women be allowed to show their claws? Especially when their father is an often-drunk despot who keeps them tethered to him by playing on their sense of responsibility to him, even as he shows no responsibility toward them.

What I love so much about this book, as slim as it is, is that we get to see such growth in each of the three Torres sisters, as they gradually make their way to becoming those tigers of the title. Each starts with their own particular weakness, whether it be Jessica’s boyfriend, John; Iridian’s fear of leaving her house and exposing any part of herself to others; or Rosa’s gentle, quiet, and kind nature that has people thinking of her as only ever gentle, quiet, and kind. Throw in some magical realism and a visit from the ghost of their dead sister one year after her accident (falling to her death from her bedroom window while trying to escape) and you have an incredible story. By the end, Jessica, Iridian, and Rosa have all figured out how to grow and show their claws, each in their own way conquering their weaknesses and fears. My favorite quote from the book is from Jessica and sums up that growth (seriously, if I were not months away from turning 45 I would have this tattooed somewhere I could see it every day):

>>“An angry girl is allowed to be angry.” (p. 220 of ARC)<<

I wrote down a series of words immediately upon finishing the book that pretty well sum up my thoughts: lyrical, fierce, gorgeous, feminist, sublime. I hope these adjectives will convince you to pick up this beautiful story of sisterhood and of owning one’s inner tiger. Be fierce, be strong, be angry--let the Torres sisters be an inspiration to you.

RATING: 5 stars!

**Disclosure: I received an ARC of this book from the publisher for purposes of this blog tour. This review is voluntary on my part and reflects my honest rating and review of the book.

Tigers, not Daughters by Samantha Mabry is a story about four sisters. When the oldest sister dies by falling from her window, the three remaining sisters all experience grief in their own way. Things take a turn when their sister’s ghost keeps showing up trying to tell them something.

Tigers, not Daughter is a dark and creepy story. The writing is lyrical and captivating. Your interest is captured from the first page and sustaines throughout the story. The premise is interesting, playing around with magical realism. The characters are fleshed out and unique in their own way. Rosa being my personal favorite.

Unfortunately the ending fell a bit flat for me. It felt rushed and there are too many questions left unanswered.

After their mother died, shortly after birthing Rosa, life in the Torres household changed. It got so bad that all four girls tried to run away. When the eldest sister, Ana, dies from a fall just two months later, things go from bad to worse. Their sorry excuse for a father really falls apart after the loss of his favorite daughter. Then weird things start to happen; Ana is haunting her family.
A tale of the power of sisterhood. The story mostly alternates between the points of view of each of the sisters. Each sister is a unique individual and each has their own special talent. The characters are so well drawn. You really feel their pain as they navigate through their grief and adolescence. I really felt bad for Irdian when she was so savagely bullied by her peers. It’s no wonder she reacted the way she did. To top it all off, Ana scares the bejesus out of her. The reader is taken along for the ride as the three surviving sisters try to figure out why Ana’s ghost is haunting them. It’s an unusual coming-of-age story, one I very much enjoyed.

Alternating between characters POV and jumping from past to present, Tigers Not Daughters by Samantha Mabry is a fast pace, character driven story that explores domestic violence, grief, depression and family bonds. ⁣
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Set in San Antonio, TX, the four Torres sisters: Ana, Jessica, Iridian, and Rosa, are desperate to escape their stifling family life. Not one to be suffocated, Ana, the eldest, decides to run away, but ends up falling to her death from her bedroom window. With their overbearing father, Rafe, descending into depression, the remaining sisters are left to pick up the pieces and cope with their loss.⁣
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One year later, things are looking bleak for everyone. As you read, you discover that Ana was the favorite and each sister deals with her death differently, but Jessica, who tries to become Ana — by dating her abusive boyfriend — is what kept me flipping the pages. Iridian doesn’t leave the house and Rosa, the youngest, senses that Ana isn't entirely gone. She tries to find a connection— when a hyena goes missing from the zoo on the anniversary of Ana's death.⁣
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Keeping this short, Mabry created a powerful story by blending elements of magical realism, grieving and family bonds. Her descriptive writing really had me sleeping with the lights on. I really would have loved more of a back story on each sister prior to Ana’s death. I ultimately gave this book a 3.5/5 star. If paranormal/ magical realism books pique your curiosity, then I would recommend your try this one.⁣

This is not what I was expecting.

We’ve got a darker combination of a modern Little Women and Virgin Suicides going on. Four sisters who just want to escape their own hell, but can’t. Then Ana dies and everything changes.

At first it screamed as a Virgin Suicides knock off with the perspective of the boys and them always getting in the way. Then it became more Little Women with following along with the Torres sisters.

That’s what I enjoyed. Two stories I actually liked reading way back when.

However, there’s a lot to unpack from Tigers, Not Daughters. There’s an absent yet somewhat abusive father, a sister who is so withdrawn from the world, another in an abusive relationship, and the youngest who tries to keep everything together.

Each chapter is told from a different sister’s perspective and I really wish it was executed differently because I just didn’t feel like it was a different sister every time a chapter changed. The sisters went through so much but it was downplayed with an one dimensional feel.

There’s also supposedly a paranormal element of Ana coming back as a ghost, but it’s so muted and barely part of the story until the end and even then it was just there. It kind of came out of nowhere and didn’t really fit into place.

Not a lot happens throughout the book, so it got exceptionally boring. It was just a day to day life of the sisters before and then after Ana dies. At times I was ready to just DNF from boredom but also from the male characters in there story. John and Rafi — the girls’ father — mostly.

I didn’t hate Tigers, Not Daughters . . . I just wish it did more for me. I love the sister dynamic and them sticking together no matter what, especially Rose when it came time to stand up to their father — John, too. But that’s it.

You guys? I have a confession to make. I have been in a MAJOR book slump, basically since February. I think I read two books last month and this month isn’t shaping up to look much better. Work has been stressful, life has been stressful, and my brain just won’t let me sit and focus on one thing for very long these days.

That is, until I picked up Tigers, Not Daughters. This book completely sucked me in and didn’t let go and before I knew it, I had actually read a book for the first time in weeks.

Tigers, Not Daughters follows the Torres family — four daughters and their father — who live in San Antonio. When the eldest daughter dies in a tragic accident, the rest of the sisters are left trying to figure out how to survive, recover, and reconnect. It starts out as a story about grief and morphs into a beautifully told ghost story, where we learn more about each sister and their lives in the year since Ana died.

The book is written using three different omniscient third person POVs, meaning that while we technically get POV chapters for each sister, the story isn’t told from their first person perspectives. This writing style made the sisters seem even more distant and almost mystical, but in a good way. In fact, the writing style was what I loved most about this book. The writing was lyrical and beautiful. I loved different things about each sister and how the author slowly revealed different things about each of them.

It’s also important to note that not a single one of these characters is perfect, and I loved that as well. They all have different flaws and regrets and make bad choices sometimes. They hurt each other without meaning to and act basically like real sisters do. Parts of this story are painful and dark, but never overwhelming, which I appreciated.

Overall, I highly recommend this novel. Mabry has written a dark ghost story that manages to feel hopeful more than it really should. She balances the dark with moments of hope and joy and new beginnings. I ended up really loving each sister and cheering for them throughout the story. I really hope you pick this one up! Please note though, that trigger warnings include relationship abuse, emotional abuse, and death of an animal.