White is for Witching. A novel by Helen Oyeyemi. Left me peeking up from beneath the covers, listening to the floorboards creak, and wondering if my apartment was hunted. I didn’t dare go barefoot to the bathroom, having to step out into the unlit, winding narrow hallway to do so. Oh no, Oyeyemi crafted a beautiful and haunting tale of desperation, loss, love, and friendship that leaves you questioning the line between fairy tale and reality.
If you’re up for an intricately woven and haunting tale, then try Oyeyemi’s novel. And even though the constant switching of narrative perspectives is a bit frustrating in the beginning, you’ll learn to love the brilliance behind her literary game.
Next, I plan to read her second novel, The Opposite House.