Bad Witch Burning
(Sprache: Englisch)
For fans of Lovecraft Country and Candyman comes a witchy story full of Black girl magic as one girl's dark ability to summon the dead offers her a chance at a new life, while revealing to her an even darker future.
Katrell can talk to the dead....
Katrell can talk to the dead....
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For fans of Lovecraft Country and Candyman comes a witchy story full of Black girl magic as one girl's dark ability to summon the dead offers her a chance at a new life, while revealing to her an even darker future.Katrell can talk to the dead. And she wishes it made more money. She s been able to support her unemployed mother and Mom s deadbeat-boyfriend-of-the-week so far, but it isn t enough. Money s still tight, and to complicate things, Katrell has started to draw attention. Not from this world from beyond. And it comes with a warning: STOP or there will be consequences.
Katrell is willing to call the ghosts on their bluff; she has no choice. What do ghosts know of having sleep for dinner? But when her next summoning accidentally raises someone from the dead, Katrell realizes that a live body is worth a lot more than a dead apparition. And, warning or not, she has no intention of letting this lucrative new business go.
Only magic isn t free, and dark forces are coming to collect. Now Katrell faces a choice: resign herself to poverty, or confront the darkness before it s too late.
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1I m painting Will s nails when she asks me to talk to her dead grandma.
Didn t we talk to her last week? I don t look up from my work as I paint a coat of hot pink. Will s nails are short and brittle from nervous chewing, so it takes extra effort to make them look good.
It s been a month, I think. Her voice is a hesitant whisper. Katrell, please? I wanna tell her about the contest.
I finish the second layer before looking up at her. Will s eyes search mine, brimming with cautious excitement. She s always been like this desperately hopeful, but expecting someone to crush her at the same time.
Will s big. Not just heavy, but physically imposing. Five foot ten, huge arms that could hurt someone if she wanted. But she sits with her shoulders hunched, like she s trying to take up as little space as possible. A bear who doesn t know she s been let out of her cage.
I lean forward and blow gently on her nails. I ll do it for her. Summonings aren t difficult, and Will never asks for much. At least she has someone to summon. My only family is Mom; I don t have any aunts or cousins or dead grandmas. Will has a whole host of dead people to talk to. Sometimes I wonder which is better dead family or no family at all.
I lean back on my hands and study Will s face. She s looking down, her eyebrows scrunched, her hands clenched tight around her knees. The wet polish glimmers in the lamplight. I can t let Clara, her grandma, see her wound up like this. Ghosts can be mean when they want to be, and I don t need Clara haunting me for a week because she thinks I upset Will. Time to ease the tension. I feel like the only reason you keep me around is cause I can talk to your granny.
Will rolls her eyes and her shoulders relax, just a little. Whatever. You know that s not true.
Then it s because I make your nails look like hot shit. I smile as she laughs. Her shoulders relax even more.
Emphasis on the shit part. Will shakes her hand delicately, still giggling. Conrad s
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look better than this.
My dog lifts his head from his massive paws and his thick tail thumps on the carpet. We re in Will s room, so Conrad had been sleeping on the dog bed her parents bought him. We re always in Will s room. The cream-colored walls, canvases of Will s spray paint art, and the soft carpet feel like a second home. Way better than my leaky bathroom and secondhand mattress without a bed frame. Conrad yawns and stretches, favoring his right back leg, and then makes a beeline for Will.
Don t, Will warns, leaning backward, but it s too late Conrad swipes his tongue over her nails, leaving streaks of pink polish up her hand.
I laugh as Will jumps up, swearing under her breath, and Conrad turns to me. He pants and licks my face, a trail of drool stretching from my chin to my temple. God, Conrad! You re so gross. Go away. I wipe my face with the sleeve of my sweater, giggling.
He doesn t listen; instead, he sits beside me and puts his heavy head on my shoulder, his dog breath wafting into my nose. Conrad is a mastiff mix, with tawny fur, floppy ears and jowls, and deep brown eyes. He s getting older, and longer walks make him limp. I hug his neck tight, and he tries to lick my chin again. This giant, goofy mutt is one of the only things I have that s all mine. I ll take him, drool and all.
Will grimaces as she rubs her hand on her pajama pants. I thought you trained him not to do that.
I release Conrad from the hug and kiss his wet nose. He can t help it. He loves his Aunt Will. Will looks unimpressed, so I continu
My dog lifts his head from his massive paws and his thick tail thumps on the carpet. We re in Will s room, so Conrad had been sleeping on the dog bed her parents bought him. We re always in Will s room. The cream-colored walls, canvases of Will s spray paint art, and the soft carpet feel like a second home. Way better than my leaky bathroom and secondhand mattress without a bed frame. Conrad yawns and stretches, favoring his right back leg, and then makes a beeline for Will.
Don t, Will warns, leaning backward, but it s too late Conrad swipes his tongue over her nails, leaving streaks of pink polish up her hand.
I laugh as Will jumps up, swearing under her breath, and Conrad turns to me. He pants and licks my face, a trail of drool stretching from my chin to my temple. God, Conrad! You re so gross. Go away. I wipe my face with the sleeve of my sweater, giggling.
He doesn t listen; instead, he sits beside me and puts his heavy head on my shoulder, his dog breath wafting into my nose. Conrad is a mastiff mix, with tawny fur, floppy ears and jowls, and deep brown eyes. He s getting older, and longer walks make him limp. I hug his neck tight, and he tries to lick my chin again. This giant, goofy mutt is one of the only things I have that s all mine. I ll take him, drool and all.
Will grimaces as she rubs her hand on her pajama pants. I thought you trained him not to do that.
I release Conrad from the hug and kiss his wet nose. He can t help it. He loves his Aunt Will. Will looks unimpressed, so I continu
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Autoren-Porträt von Jessica Lewis
Jessica Lewis is a Black author and receptionist. She has a degree in English Literature and Animal Science (obviously, the veterinarian plan did not work out). She lives with her way-funnier-than-her grandmother in. Her debut novel is Bad Witch Burning. To learn more about Lewis and her books follow @JLew100 on Twitter.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Jessica Lewis
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 14 Jahre
- 2021, 352 Seiten, Maße: 14,9 x 21,7 cm, Gebunden, Englisch
- Verlag: Delacorte Press
- ISBN-10: 059317738X
- ISBN-13: 9780593177389
- Erscheinungsdatum: 24.09.2021
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
A Reese s Book Club Recommended Spooky Read! "Heart-rending and chilling, Bad Witch Burning is a dark and daring portrait of a Black girl taking back her power. Truly, Black Girl Magic at its finest." -J.Elle, NYT bestselling author of Wings Of Ebony
"The world is always telling Black girls that if we play with fire, we re bound to get burned. Katrell came out here and said 'We ARE the fire. " Brittney Morris, bestselling author of Slay and The Cost of Knowing
"Practical Magic meets Black Girl Magic in this powerful addition to the YA canon. I couldn't put it down." #1 New York Times Bestselling Author Victoria Schwab
"Bad Witch Burning blends the real and the supernatural together in an unflinching exploration of power, pain, and agency. This book is difficult to put down and impossible to forget. Christine Lynn Herman, author of The Devouring Gray
"Bad Witch Burning is a heart-racing, emotional, paranormal thriller that's infused with #BlackGirlMagic. Lewis writes powerfully, and I can't wait to read what she writes next!" Alechia Dow, author of The Sound of Stars
A powerful story about rage, independence, and the dead bodies you probably shouldn t bring back to life. Rebecca Schaeffer, author of Not Even Bones
"Bad Witch Burning is a masterpiece of emotion. Such a beautiful, nuanced and powerful book." Namina Forna, New York Timesbestselling author of The Gilded Ones
"Chillingly supernatural tale, easily breathing life into its world full of ghosts." Publishers Weekly, starred review
"Full of wonderful Black girl magic...a necessary read." Booklist, starred review
"[Lewis] deftly layers questions of power, trust, and love in a narrative that is hard to put down." SLJ
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