Sisters of the Mist is a "interesting" take on the uncertainty, fear, and changes that come with the beginning of menstruation for young girls. The story begins with three sisters (Kyra, Margot, and Janna) going to their grandmother's for a few week visit. During their time there, Margot begins her first period. However, this is not your typical coming of age, girl-talk book. Instead, author Marlyn Spaaw weaves a supernatural tale of goblins, hellhounds, and the ultra-scary Fog Furies. The most fearsome creature of all, the Fog Furies lure young girls deep into the woods never to be heard from again. Maybe, they just disappear or maybe, according to Kyra, they devour the girls entirely! All is fun and games until Margot gets pulled into the woods by the Fog Furies only to emerge different, unwell, angsty, and duh duh duh bleeding.
Before I go any further, I want to acknowledge the things that I loved about this book. The artwork is absolutely gorgeous. The relationship between the girls and their grandmother was also excellent to see. I appreciate her matter of fact but comforting way of talking about what many consider a sensitive topic and the fact that the explanation went a little further than just "you have a period now, sucks, here's a pad" to an age appropriate discussion of uteruses and how menstruation actually works. I thought this was all well done.
What did not work for me was the odd juxtaposition of a very real, very confusing moment in a girls' life and the magical realism of the monsters in the woods. So, the Fog Furies are a metaphor. Cool, cool. Except the whole situation was just weird and super rushed. I honestly wonder if the average middle schooler would catch onto the metaphor before they flat out say it towards the end. Once Margot is first taken/not taken, possessed, I'm not sure what the right word here would be, by the Fog Furies she immediately becomes a very different kid. She's suddenly moody, wants nothing to do with her two younger sisters and their kiddie games, wants a different room, is into romance books and boys and gossiping, and is all around not so pleasant to be around. Grandma just brushes it all off as "you'll understand someday" to the younger two girls instead of continuing her habit of being open and honest, and thus leaves them completely baffled as to what is going on with their sister. Then, Margot gets fully taken in by the Furies and I guess fully "becomes a woman" and all is well in the world. I get what the author was trying to achieve but it just didn't play out well and came across as very stereotypical and rushed. Where I think the author's goal was to be open and frank about the topic of menstruation, it was more confusing and negative than I think she intended.