For a while I wasn’t sure how I would like this, but it really grew on me. I loved how it became more fantastical over time. Plus the artwork is gorgeous and moody and otherworldly. The images linger.

Julie Flett’s illustrations are truly some of the best out there, and they’re only getting better. GORGEOUS.

I think this might be a metaphor for death? Or it might be saying something unclear about growing up, or faith? Honestly, I don’t care what it’s saying, I just loved all the unanswered questions, and unlikable characters, and how you can’t nail any messages down. I think this is a book that really trusts children as readers. It doesn’t condescend to them or relate to them or try to teach them a darn thing. It just sits with them in the confusion that is being an adolescent. It’s really an impressive feat.