There’s a witch in the woods. Her name is Xan. Every year, in the same spot just outside of that town soaked in sorrow, a mother abandons her baby. The witch doesn’t know why, but every year she takes that baby across the bog to the Free cities where a loving family adopts it. Except one year, when instead of milk from starlight, Xan accidentally feeds the baby girl with stars in her eyes the moon, enmagiking her. Enmagicked children are a bit hard for normal humans to raise so, she decides to keep her and name her Luna.
There’s a madwoman in the tower. Many years ago during the day of sacrifice, she did something no one else has ever done-she tried to keep her baby with the starry eyes, the one chosen for sacrifice on that terrible day, when the townspeople do what they must to keep the Witch away. The woman has never been the same since.
Caught up in the story are also Antain, the nephew of the village’s Grand Elder, Fyrian, a pocket sized Simply Enormous Dragon, and the creature that is “the Bog, the Poet, and the World,” Glerk. And let’s not forget the (slightly trouble making) tween girl with stars in her eyes. The Girl Who Drank the Moon is a poignant story of magic, madness, good intentions, friendship and sorrow–with an ancient witch or two sprinkled in. Barnhill weaves an alluring, complex tale that is well worth a read. – Anya W. ’20