Helen Oyeyemi's writing is beautifully mysterious. I normally avoid books with even a touch of horror, let alone actually horrific elements, like the plague. This book constantly danced around the line of my comfort zone, which is I think exactly what the author intended.

White is for Witching opens with statements by three characters on the whereabouts of Miranda Silver. Ore says, Miranda is buried beneath her mother's house, throat blocked by a poison apple. Elliot says, Miranda went missing but she might come back. And the house says, Miranda is right here. These three voices lay out different versions of what happened to Miranda and in the end the reader is left to decide what or whom they want to believe.