A cacophony of unconventionality, written with such grace, I slid right in like I would into a warm bubble bath. A brilliantly unhinged author. She stretches us to see the world from 'around the corner' and then colors between the lines in such fashion that I can see it, i can believe it, i can grieve and wonder at it. This is a story of two black girls...conjoined twins at birth. When they were surgically separated the juju, or mojo, or magik was said to have hopped into one sister, leaving the other an empty vessel. Our story is shared from Empty Girls perspective. Of course i loved her right away. She is spit and vinegar, humor, wearing an invisible coat of compassion and kindness. (She is shy about being good thus sports an overbearing attitude because she thinks she has no value, no cause no matter, without her mojo.) So twist and shout, this is where we learn that these girls are daughters of one human and one demi-god. Ha. Delight. We view the outwardly banal life of a budding young woman set in some taffy-twirled combination of the Bronx and Byzantium. Green Man daddy with Alzheimer's, Grandmother ocean, a rather wet and punishing harridan. Mom the LochNess wanna be. Uncle death with skeletal hands and Armani suits. Glass breaking sopranos, an overly short leg, haints, hoodoo, innocent love, flying carpets, exhaustive electoral love, tiny fowl and haunted kudzu. This is, in all my decades of reading, one of the more unusual books I have encountered and am most pleased I did. Took a minute to embrace the rhythm and then zing. IN. Enjoy. What does your wallpaper taste like?

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