“You think you know this story.
You do not.
A harsh, controlling father. A quiescent mother. A house that feels like anything but a home. Natasha gathers the strength to leave, and comes upon a little house in the wood: A house that walks about on chicken feet and is inhabited by a fairy tale witch. In finding Baba Yaga, Natasha finds her voice, her power, herself….
A mythic yet timely novel-in-verse by the beloved and prolific author and poet Jane Yolen, “the Hans Christian Andersen of America.”” (via Goodreads)
Now, I’m not one for poems. I don’t dislike poetry, but I don’t especially like it either. There’s no real reason for my disinterest; poetry just isn’t my jam. So it’s a testament to my admiration for Jane Yolen that despite knowing Finding Baba Yaga was written entirely in verse, I still desperately wanted to read it. And now, having circumnavigated it thrice over, I’m so glad I did.
Although it took me a few verses to settle in to the storytelling methodology, once I did everything clicked. I could see what Yolen was pushing, what she left unsaid, and what was left for me to discover on my own. The poems were short but not abrupt, intricate but not delicate, layered but not inexplicable. Yolen reveals so much in just a few brief lines. There’s a whole world in a single stanza…
Read the rest of this review at Tor.com.
There is no peace
in this house,
only strips of paper,
tatters of cloth,
slivers of glass,
slit lips and tongues.
I pick up the shards
and put me to bed
Thanks to Tor.com Publishing for sending me a review copy.
Do the world a favor and buy this book from your local indie bookstore or get it from your public library.