From the Dust Jacket: “Green lives everyday with feelings of loss. Her family is gone, the boy she loves is missing, and the world she’d once knew has been transformed by tragedy. In order to rediscover the truth about love, hope, and magic, she must venture away from her home, collecting the stories of a group of women who have been branded as witches because of their mysterious powers. Only through their stories will Green find her own heart’s desire.”
I hate to say it, but the only thing this book has going for it is the beautiful cover and title page. I definitely judged this book by its cover, and immediately regretted it when I began reading… Maybe I missed something, but I’m still not even sure what this book is really about. Green spends most of the story telling about her past, without really explaining anything about herself. I felt very disconnected with the whole story. I was able to gather that her family is dead, that she can make things grow–is that her witch power? I really don’t know–that she loved a guy named Diamond who disappeared, that the Horde hates anything modern and therefore destroyed the city, and that Green has a dog. Really, the entire book is about Green making paper that represents people, and then writing their stories on it. I felt no connection with the book whatsoever, and I felt like it was very abrupt. I didn’t have any feelings for the characters, or their plight, and I was so glad when I got to the last page (it’s only 135 pages). Come to find out, Green Witch is a sequel to another book. I’m not going to read it unless I see some really awesome reviews. Sad to say, but this book is not going to get any stars from me.