Middle Grade doesn’t normally happen on this blog. But thanks to some random dog I’ve definitely never met before, it will shortly, all because of this review.
The best book-finding moment come when your map is wrong. The treasure is buried in the wasteland instead of the paradise, and you have to dig a long way for it. The best moments are when the treasure is worth crossing ten thousand wastelands.
The wasteland in this story: Middle Grade Fiction.
The Witch’s Boy in One Sentence
A Middle Grade novel that transcends all the juvenile tendencies of the genre with brilliant wit and deeply emotive prose.
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Why The Witch’s Boy?
I don’t read much Middle Grade fiction. My heart is hardened against immature humor, half-baked character development, and the contemporary tone saturating most of the genre. But my heart is also soft toward Middle Grade novels that actually succeed as living, breathing, meaningful stories.
I don’t find many of those.
While I was in Barnes and Noble the…
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