For the first few pages, I wondered if this book was going to work for me. It seemed deliberately opaque and I hesitated to trust the author. Lucky for me, I persisted and wow, was I rewarded. What unfolded was lyrical and romantic, a coming-of-age story built on a bit of Mexican folklore.
Seventeen year old Noche is grieving her first love, who drowned in Lake Superior a couple of months before our story begins. Now it’s deep winter in northern Minnesota, but she still has responsibilities. She’s a Lechuza — every night, she shape-shifts into a large black owl and escorts the souls of the newly dead to the sky.
Trouble is, she can’t bring herself to take her girlfriend. Consequences are closing in.
Another author might have used just these threads to make a novel. But Torres creates a tapestry with characters and complications that make the story rich and real. The best friend, the attractive new boy at school — an entire clan of Lechuza — and even the dead girlfriend herself bring forward heartbreaking secrets. And it’s all colored by the intensity of teen emotion.
Things I liked about this book:
- I enjoyed Noche’s relationship with her parents. She doesn’t keep her mystical identity secret from them, which is refreshing in a YA. (Of course, she’s keeping it secret from everyone else, which creates essential angst.)
- I found the book a relatable meditation on the crazy ride that is grief
- The humor created a nice balance for the heavier themes
- One reviewer complained about the story’s lack of urgency, but I appreciated that Noche had some personal, emotional work to do before she could let Dante go. A strong external ticking clock would have cheated the character of some well-earned growth. That said, the author perfectly timed the incident that gets the climax rolling
- The story’s climax actually made me tear up
The author subtly makes Noche’s experience shifting in and out of her owl form a reflection of how she was coping with grief, including how out of control she feels. I applaud the author’s choice to highlight the foreignness of being owl versus human, for instance an owl’s digestion, fixed eye placement and swivel neck, and how these characteristics bleed into Noche’s sleep-deprived human experience.
In the book’s acknowledgments, the author says this is the first book she ever wrote (though it’s the second she’s had published). I’m amazed. It feels like the work of a very experienced author. Nicely done.