There’s no trace of the emotional devastation she’s become so good at, and a predictability that’s not necessarily a bad thing, but lacks some of the flair she’s developed for solid, sweeping twists.
A spark, or a pull, or a flicker of curiosity that makes me beg for more. So is the blend of magical and mundane, where witches live alongside people without magic of their own, but those without magic still seem to have some special spark to them.īut I can also tell this is early because it’s not as good as the works V has put out since. The atmospheric prose is there, making the whole book feel like its crushed under the weight of a fog that should be lighter than air but isn’t. Having pretty much traveled through VE Schwab’s works in a sort of almost reverse order, I can really tell this is from early in her career.
3.5 STARSĬW: death of a loved one, mild body horror, violence (including gun violence) The next night, the children of Near start disappearing from their beds, and the mysterious boy falls under suspicion.Īs the hunt for the children intensifies, so does Lexi’s need to know about the witch that just might be more than a bedtime story, about the wind that seems to speak through the walls at night, and about the history of this nameless boy. These are the truths that Lexi has heard all her life.īut when an actual stranger, a boy who seems to fade like smoke, appears outside her home on the moor at night, she knows that at least one of these sayings is no longer true. There are no strangers in the town of Near. The wind is lonely, and always looking for company. If the wind calls at night, you must not listen. The Near Witch is only an old story told to frighten children. “There are no strangers in the town of Near.”
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