Some books are stories. Others are spells. Maiden, Mother, Crone is both.
Joanne M. Harris has a way of writing that doesn’t just tell a tale—it transports you. With every page, I found myself slipping into the shadows of her world, watching its myths and whispers unfold as though I were part of them. This is a book woven from folklore and fate, where three women’s voices echo through time, carrying the weight of power, loss, and transformation.
I have always been drawn to mythology and the stories that linger at the edges of history, half-remembered but never forgotten. Harris breathes life into these echoes, crafting a narrative that feels both ancient and immediate. The prose is lush, the atmosphere intoxicating, and the storytelling as rich and layered as the oral traditions that inspired it.
Honeycomb still holds my heart, but Maiden, Mother, Crone comes incredibly close. If you love mythology, lyrical prose, and stories that feel like whispered legends, then this is a book you need to read.