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A seductively twisted romance about loyalty, fate, the lengths we go to hide the darkest parts of ourselves . . . and the people who love those parts most of all. Wyatt Westlock has one plan for the farmhouse she's just inherited -- to burn it to the ground. But during her final walkthrough of her childhood home, she makes a shocking discovery in the basement -- Peter, the boy she once considered her best friend, strung up in chains and left for dead. Unbeknownst to Wyatt, Peter has suffered hundreds of ritualistic deaths on her family's property. Semi-immortal, Peter never remains dead for long, but he can't really live, either. Not while he's bound to the farm, locked in a cycle of grisly deaths and painful rebirths. There's only one way for him to break free. He needs to end the Westlock line. He needs to kill Wyatt. With Wyatt's parents gone, the spells protecting the property have begun to unravel, and dark, ancient forces gather in the nearby forest. The only way for Wyatt to repair the wards is to work with Peter -- the one person who knows how to harness her volatile magic. But how can she trust a boy who's sworn an oath to destroy her? When the past turns up to haunt them in the most unexpected way, they are forced to rely on one another to survive, or else tear each other apart.
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You know when morning glories or ivy or other similar plants will grow all over some old chair or rusting car or what have you, and eventually the thing underneath rots or rusts away into nothing but the vines are now holding themselves up in the shape of the original item, but there is no actual structure there and it falls apart if you poke it? That's exactly what Your Blood, My Bones feels like. It's vibes and a prayer, but there's no internal coherency, no structure, even the madcap structure of an Alice in Wonderland type of story. It's like the author wrote the tropes and vibes and scenes and moments she wanted, but nothing that leads to, supports, or earns those moments and feelings. In short, this book is a mess. A pretty, aesthetically appealing, cottagecore mess, but a mess all the same.
4.5 ⭐️ I really enjoy Kelly Andrew’s writing. The vibes are immaculate. A beautiful, melancholy horror. Thank you NetGalley for the ARC. A more complete review is to come!