I don’t know about your neck of the woods, but many towns where I live moved Trick or Treating to nights where it wouldn’t be so rainy. Not where I live. They declared a week back that Trick or Treating should always be Halloween, which is fine, easier to plan, but with the multitudes of Halloween activities that are had now, it’s not as if kids are living the Halloween of my day, even if they are out there in the rain. In my day there was a parade, a Trick or Treat night, and a bunch of ugly plastic costumes that my mother refused to buy, so we would scrap together old dance costumes and hope we didn’t have to ruin the look with wearing coats over them. Or we dug through our parent’s old clothes and were gypsies or hippies. There weren’t the variety of nice costumes, or a hundred Trunk or Treats in daylight, or publicly hosted parties. My son wears his costume about five times every year now to different Halloween events, and there are more I could take him to. It’s no longer the past. The 80s had very few things right in terms of raising kids. It’s not the same world. If someone wants to make it so kids don’t have to tromp through the rain for candy in the dark, so be it.
I hope everyone’s Halloween was lovely.
But really what I wanted to post about was a book that made me think about the Day of the Dead, and honoring ancestors, as that holiday also passed this week on Friday. This is the last of my Scary Reads series, which is sad, as I’ve spent weeks enjoying these books.
Labyrinth Lost, Zoraida Cordova
Alex, a young witch born into a Latinx family of witches (brujas and brujos) is afraid of her powers and how they have ruined her family, so when they start to manifest in earnest, she decides to do something about that. She ends up banishing her family to the afterlife, where she needs to travel to rescue them for her mistake and accept her powers and her crazy family in the meantime. The afterlife of course has its own troubles, and then there’s the handsome mysterious boy who helps her for unclear reasons, and then the best friend who finds her way along for the ride.
This is the closest to a witch book that I get in my Scary Reads posts this year, and I didn’t read it for the witch aspect, I read it because it fit with something to honor the Day of the Dead. Her magic ceremony doesn’t happen on the day of the dead, but it has to do with family on the other side of the veil and had the feel of Latin/South American culture to give it that flavor. She is a teen with a big family with unsolved mysteries, and she’s just a normal teen considering her impact on the world as she gets older and comes into herself. Like so many teens, she has no idea the extent of the influence she will be able to have on the world. I liked that even though she was magic she had so many normal things about her. Even her magic was a normal thing in her family, with her other two sisters having already accepted and using their powers. I liked that, how normal she was, even though she felt that she didn’t fit in anywhere. But fitting in more becomes part of her journey. Being a teen is a teen, no matter where you are and if you are magical. The next story in the series focuses on her older sister Lula.
So, just one book this week and a good amount of my griping about people who are glorifying the way kids were raised in the 80s.
The next two months I’ll have Christmas reads, but not too early, I promise, because I haven’t even started reading those yet. I love Christmas but I can get burned out on it. I caught up on some reads I missed in 2018 as well as I still have a category left for Book Riot and it’s nothing graphic! I have been binge reading a paranormal mystery series just because and I don’t know if I’ll have space to post on that. Stuff. Good thing I’ve had reading to get me through this year.
I’ve needed it.