Meagan Reads YA Horror: Category Five by Ann Davila Cardinal

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Book cover of Category Five by Ann Davila Cardinal
Category Five by Ann Davila Cardinal, Tor Teen, June 2020

The team at Tor Teen graciously sent me an Advanced Reader Copy, making this book review possible. I read the first book in the series, Five Midnights, just at the beginning of this year.

Summary

In the sequel to Five Midnights, Cardinal brings us back to Puerto Rico with protagonist Lupe, this time in the wake of Hurricane Maria. Lupe looks forward to her summer vacation back on the island, her first time seeing her boyfriend Javier and best friend Marisol since the hurricane hit.

She hopes to lift their spirits and find out how she can help, but as she arrives in Vieques, she gets dragged into a mystery as her uncle the sheriff investigates the murder of the sons of some wealthy investors. Lupe and her friends encounter specters and real-life killers as they try to help her uncle keep his job by solving the mystery for him.

Characters

Lupe’s character always showed a great deal of stubbornness, but it felt like in Category Five she became downright reckless. The 16-year-old girl wants so desperately to help her uncle that she often foregoes common sense.

As an adult reading young adult, it’s easy to cast judgment on such obvious mistakes. But considering the brash nature of many teenagers, her character’s development under the circumstances makes sense. That does not make it any less frustating though as the reader watches Lupe walk into an apparent trap.

Meanwhile, Javier suffers from PTSD after the hurricane and does not know how to work through his anger. He places a great deal of blame on the colonizing influences for his island’s inability to recover, and rightfully so. But he also takes that anger out on the wrong people, namely Lupe, his girlfriend. As the two deal with the mystery afoot, they also run circles around each other. As they navigate their still-new relationship, it takes a terrible hit from the lack of communication.

I did appreciate how they left their relationship at the end of Category Five. Javier and Lupe took a mature approach to the nature of their relationship. After having been through so much trauma, they recognized how to leave things. It’s refreshing to see young characters have a healthy handle of what a friendship and romantic relationship should constitute.

The friendship between Marisol and Lupe came a bit out of left field. In the last book, they left off in a place that indicated mutual understanding and acceptance. But it did not hint at a growing friendship that would bloom into a close connection. The growth of their relationship happened behind the scenes, off the pages. Davila only tells the audience of this friendship through Lupe’s and Marisol’s inner thoughts and dialogue. It never felt organic.

Plot

Unlike Five Midnights, the supernatural element in Category Five did not play as prominent a role. But it did still hold weight and create a fun mystery that reminded me of Scooby Doo On Zombie Island. It also connected the story to Puerto Rico’s long history with its struggle with colonization.

The island finds itself once more at the mercy of wealthy white investors profiting from its disasters. This awakens the ghosts to bring them fear. But ultimately, the real monster of this story does not come from beyond the grave.

The plot used supernatural elements as a tool to misdirect the audience. The story and reason for the murders focuses more on the politics and tensions between the natives of the island and the invading colonizers. But that did not detract from the fun of solving the mystery and being spooked by the undead.

Rating

Overall, I give Category Five 3.5 out of 5 stars. While the horror elements entertained a great deal, the story sometimes felt rushed. Lupe’s and Marisol’s relationship needed to grow more on the page for the audience to accept it as a natural progression. But its condemnation of colonization and its effects made the story dive deeper than it could have if it only focused on the paranormal elements.

Let me know your thoughts on this book if you read it!

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Meagan Reads Poetry: A Sinking Ship Is Still A Ship by Ariel Francisco

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A Sinking Ship Is Still A Ship by Ariel Francisco, Burrow Press 2020

Full disclosure, I am acquainted with the poet who published this title. But that doesn’t make my review any less sincere. Francisco’s second collection of poetry, A Sinking Ship Is Still A Ship, published by Burrow Press encompasses that overall feeling of, “S*** happens, I guess.”

This collection holds great significance for bilingual readers who speak English and Spanish. Francisco’s work in English is published side by side with the Spanish translation, done by José Nicolás Cabrera-Schneider. But Cabrera-Schneider’s iterations particularly stood out because they retained some of the English quotes within the Spanish translations. It created an authenticity that made for a third language of sorts. It lent itself well to the idea of Spanglish being a whole different form of communication.

Overall, the best way to describe this collection is with the statement, “What a mood.” At every turn, Francisco employs his signature sarcasm that drenches his work in a generation-specific humor. Whether the speaker of a poem talks about insomnia, conversations with an ex, or the state of the environment, it all holds a sense of inevitability that is equal parts anxiety and acceptance.

A Sinking Ship Is Still A Ship offers a glimpse into the relationship between Florida and the speaker. May native Floridians can relate to the feeling. As a Floridian myself, I understood the underlying emotion in these poems. They indicate a distaste for home, but also know full well it is the environment that mold a person. A strange relationship between the speaker and Florida permeates these poems. It’s not love-hate, but simply recognition.

The poem “Descending Darkness” gets a good laugh out of anyone who grew up in the same neighborhood as the building Francisco describes. There’s a sense of validation at reading a poem about a legend the whole community knows about. More so as I actually once worked in that building that many thought abandoned. But in fact housed two watch companies for a time.

But the poet does such a good job at invoking local lore that the reader doesn’t necessarily have to be from South Florida to understand the feeling of shared history. To me, A Sinking Ship Is Still A Ship aims to convey that one’s identity, in all its flaws and positive traits alike, still belongs to them. And no one can take that away or erase it.

Shop your local indie bookstore to get a copy of Francisco’s latest collection of poems. If anyone else has read this poetry collection, let me know your thoughts in the comments.

Travel Poetry: Columns of Legend

I love to travel, but more than that, I love to write poetry based on those travels. I find exploring and discovering the world so inspiring to create poems about my observations.

I’ve had a passion for travel poetry for a while now. I’ve posted a few other poems from my other destinations, like Ireland and Ecuador, that I hope to keep sharing with you all. But I’ve posted the destination poetry in the past without any backstory or notes. I’d like to start changing that.

I wrote the following piece of travel poetry on my trip to Greece last year, in the capital, Athens. I traveled with EF Ultimate Break on the Off the Beaten Path tour that took us to the Parthenon. It’s a famous historical site seen in many pictures. But seeing it in person is another experience altogether.

Seeing ancient ruins in person usually depicted in textbooks, movies, and television shows changes the way you perceive the world as a whole. Seeing it under construction took me by surprise though. The tour director explained that maintenance keeps the Parthenon upright.

It makes sense that modern technology upkeeps these ancient ruins. But there is still something strange about contemporary machinery keeping such legendary structures from crumbling and being lost to history. It somehow changed the magic of these long-lasting archaeological finds.

Still, I felt compelled and in awe that it did last this long, even with the help of our modern tools. The travel poetry I wrote in response to those feelings follows.

travel poetry parthenon athens greece

You see them rendered in
movies or in still shots in
history books, but it doesn’t
prepare you for the real deal.
To stand before the gods’ temples
and the testament to the ancients’
brilliance makes you feel small
in comparison. How could we ever
live up to that legend? Will anything
we create stand the test of time
as those that came before us?
A thousand years from now, will another
young woman stand before our ruins in awe
and think the same thing? Can we become legends?

I originally posted this travel poetry here.

Meagan Reads YA Fantasy: Chain of Gold by Cassandra Clare

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chain of gold the last hours shadowhunters
Hardcover copy of Chain of Gold by Cassandra Clare, The Last Hours, Shadowhunter Chronicles

Chain of Gold is the first in The Last Hours series. This story follows the children of beloved characters from The Infernal Devices series. Cordelia Carstairs and her family travel to London while her father undergoes a trial for a mission gone wrong. She tries to make friends among the influential Shadowhunter families to gain favor for her father’s trial. But she ends up befriending the Merry Thieves and stumbles into much more than she bargained for.

It’s an absolute delight seeing the offspring of Will Herondale, Tessa Grey, Gabriel and Gideon Lightwood, and company get into trouble much like their parents before them. Nostalgia and humor abound in seeing the once young and reckless heroes of TID become the concerned parents. Watching them chastise the new generation of Shadowhunters for doing the very same things brings a great sense of joy.

The dynamics between the characters in this novel read differently than in Clare’s past work. Perhaps it’s the inclusion of more queer characters that changed the way these fictional people interact. The novel contains at least four queer characters, and one heavily coded as queer. It’s refreshing to see that many among the core group of heroes. Their sexuality doesn’t make up the majority of their development (at least not for all of them). But the writing doesn’t ignore it either. Clare weaves it in rather well to become an aspect of their identity, rather than being their entire identity.

The dynamic is also different because there’s so many more in the group of friends, rather than the usual three at the forefront. The story follows all the secondary characters on their side quests and eventually brings them all together. Clare develops the characters in a more nuanced way than she has done with her world in the past. These characters are complex and can’t be defined by any one trait. There’s an underlying darkness in many of them that speaks to their personalities and roles.

While I appreciated the large cast of characters, it did feel like a detriment to the overall story. Clare has always been adept at weaving an incredibly tangled web and still making it clear to the reader what’s happening, dropping clues about where the story is going. But in this case, it created a complication that felt more like keeping up with the who’s who of Shadowhunter families.

There were so many instances where I found myself trying to remember who’s kid was who and how they were related or the nature of their relationshp to the other characters that it distracted from the plot. It felt like the story got stretched thin by including so many characters. Focusing on so many characters made for a convoluted narrative.

Even so, Clare weaves her magic as always and makes the reader fall in love with the characters. The investment in their stories and their paths happens immediately. It’s especially easy to dive into this new set of characters if fans of Clare’s work have already read the short story collection Ghosts of the Shadow Market.

The way this novel ends of course leaves the reader yearning for more, ready for the next installment. Overall, I give it 4 out of 5 stars and am looking forward to the rest of the series.

Have you read this book or others by Cassandra Clare? Leave your thoughts in the comments!

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Announcement: Las Musas Mentorship Program

I am so incredibly excited to announce that I have been selected for Las Musas mentorship Spring 2020 as a mentee, an Hermana. I’ll be collaborating with my Madrina, Amy Tintera, author of the Reboot and Ruined series. We’ll be working on my current novel in progress, Belina, a young adult sci-fi retelling of the Thumbelina fairytale.

Las Musas is the first collective of Latinx women and nonbinary authors in kidlit writing across middle-grade and young adult. They aim to uplift and support each other’s debut and sophomore novels in children’s literature in the U.S.

The collective consists of Madrinas and Hermanas, mentors and mentees, respectively, that range the Latinx spectrum. They are truly a reflection of the diversity in the Latinx community, and continue to grow.

I’m honored and excited to become a part of this community as a mentee. Congrats to my fellow Hermanas! I can’t wait to see what we all do. Find a full list of Hermanas here.

Learn more about Las Musas.

Unexpected Company

Toyota pickup truck (Image by Nick Magwood from Pixabay)

I dropped the glass on the ground and watched as the glowing blue liquid oozed off the broken pieces of the slide, toward the toolbox where I’d just stored the jar. My breath caught in my throat as I watched the specimen wiggle its mass between the seal of the toolbox. My hands shook as I reached for the latch to see where it went next.

As I suspected, the blue liquid defied gravity and pushed itself into the seal between the jar and its lid, reuniting with its original contents. Sweat dripped down my forehead as what I’d just witnessed settled in.

I ran for the house calling Sean’s name. My partner came running out of Emily’s room to meet me at the threshold. “Phil, what’s wrong?”

“It’s not safe, Sean. The thing, it just, moved, and it went back to the jar, and—”

“What?”

I gulped in air and caught my breath, steadying my nerves. “I put the jar in a toolbox, and then picked up the sample slide from Em’s desk. Next thing I know, it’s sliding on its own across the glass. I dropped the tablet and it slithered into the toolbox, into the jar with the rest of the stuff.”

“Holy cow.” Emily’s voice was behind them. “That’s so cool.”

I shook my head. “It’s dangerous. I think we need to leave. Get the kids to your mom’s house for the night.”

Dylan came out of his room, rubbing his eyes. “What’s going on?” he yawned.

“Dyl. Get a jacket and grab what you need. You too, Em.” I was on the verge of hysterics. “We’re taking you to Nana’s for the night.”

“Phil, are you sure that’s what you saw?”

“Yes, of course I’m sure.”

“Okay, okay.” He put up placating hands. “We’ll get the kids squared away, come back, and call someone.”

“Call who? The police? The army? National Guard? Who do you call about an alien substance you dug up from an oiling rig and brought home to your kids?”

Before Sean could say one more thing to try to calm me down, there was a knock on the door. We all looked toward the front hallway. None of us were expecting anyone at this time of night.

“Hello?” came a voice from the outside. “Is anyone home? We’re looking for our pet.”

I laughed, relieved. Sean chuckled too and turned on the hall light to go answer the front door.

“Hi, sorry we haven’t—” Sean’s jaw dropped as he opened the door and saw standing before him what looked like humanoid lizards.

I stepped in front of the kids to shield them, but I felt as their hands grabbed my waist to look around me.

“I’m so sorry, I know our appearance must startle, but truly, we mean no harm.” The creature on the left had a feminine voice. “We’re just looking for our pet. Well, part of it, anyway.”

“Uh…looks like oil, turns solid, then glows blue?” Sean asked.

The lizard man on the right nodded its head with excitement. “So you’ve seen it?”

I stepped forward and took a gulp. “I’m sorry, what—” I took a pause to choose my words carefully. Alien or not, I didn’t want to be rude. “Or rather, who are you?”

“Gracious,” laughed the one with a masculine voice. “So rude of us. I’m Hal, and this is my partner, Hedra.”

“Pleased to meet you. We’re not exactly from around here.” Hedra smiled.

“No kidding,” whispered Dylan.

I gave him a sharp look. “Dylan.”

Hal laughed, a sound that sounded like hissing. “It’s quite alright. We’re not human, so we know you’re unaccustomed to our kind.”

“We don’t surface often, and we rarely interact with your species since, well…” Hedra gestured to her and her husband’s faces and bodies. “But in this case, it was an emergency. We lost our dear Iggy.”

“The sludge’s name is Iggy?” laughed Emily.

“It’s not sludge, dear,” said Hedra with amusement. “It’s a sentient being known as a janopy in our world.”

“You said you don’t usually surface. Does that mean your world is underground?” Emily stepped around me now to get a closer look at the lizard people. I tried to pull her back, but she was already standing by Sean’s side. He put out a hand to stop her from stepping outside the house.

“My, you are a clever one.” Hal gave the girl a warm smile. “Yes, we live below the surface, many, many miles. Very close to the Earth’s core, in fact.”

“We like to go camping sometimes up here,” Hedra added. “The drilling your people do for oil makes for easy tunnels for travel.” She gave me a wink.

“Well, we have a jar full of the, I’m sorry, janopy?” Sean asked.

Hedra nodded.

“Yes, it’s in our tool shed.” I stepped forward now, tentative, with Dylan close behind. “I can get it for you.”

“Oh that would be splendid, thank you.” Hal bowed his head with hands pressed together and pointing forward.

I looked to Sean to give him a silent, Stay here with the kids, before heading back out to the shed. I grabbed the jar and found the liquid had paled its blue light and was almost back to the original state we’d found it in.

With the jar in hand, but held out at a safe distance, I walked back to the house and placed it in Hal’s outstretched hand.

“Iggy, you scoundrel,” Hedra cooed. “Where is the rest of you?”

Sean and I looked at one another and started laughing.

“Sorry, folks, your Iggy is far from home,” Sean teased. “But we can take you to it if you’d like.”

I tilted my head. “Sean, the kids—”

“Can come with you,” piped up Emily. “We wanna see the rest of Iggy.”

Dylan nodded in agreement. Sean had that look on his face again, like a kid on Christmas. I rolled my eyes. “Fine, fine. Everyone comes along. But I don’t think we can all fit in the truck.”

“No worries, my good man.” Hal clapped me on the back. His touch was surprisingly warm. “We have our own mode of transportation. You just lead the way.”

I looked around the yard, seeking some vehicle I’d missed before in the dark of the night.

“No, no, darling. It’s us,” laughed Hedra. “We’re the mode of transportation.”

Emily and Dylan were already in the truck and honking the horn.

“Wait, are you saying you run?” Sean’s eyes looked about ready to fall out of his head.

Hal nodded. “Up to sixty miles per hour. These days at least. Not as spry as we once were.”

Hedra smiled. “Yes, when we were younger we could go as fast as one of your steam engines. Now, age has caught up to us.”

“Exactly how old are you?”

“Sean.” My face turned red as a crab.

Hal laughed. “No offense taken, gentlemen. My partner and I here are about two-hundred and fifty years old.”

“About?”

Hedra shrugged. “You lose track of time when you live this long.”

Emily honked the car horn again. “Iggy is waiting. Let’s go.”

Sean held out a hand. “Since you’ll be running, would you like us to hold the jar for you?”

Hedra handed it back to him. “Yes, dear. Thank you so much.”

We got in the car, the engine already running thanks to Dylan, and settled ourselves in for the long ride. It would take at least three hours on the highway to get back to our drill site.

“You think they can keep it up for that long? The running, I mean.” I looked to Sean as he pulled out of the driveway. He gave me the devil’s smile he knew I loved. “Let’s find out.”

This is part 4 of a serialized short story I wrote called “Better Than Fiction.” See the rest below.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

The Voyage

It’s blue in all directions
with a smooth blanket in front
and ahead, and rippling waves
below. Even that line where they
meet is a cloudy blue that wavers
in the light. We sit back on the outer
deck with our feet kicked up on
the railings, not a care in the world.
This vessel is taking us to paradise.

Originally shared here.

Meagan Reads Poetry: Forget Me Nots by Tiffany Manbodh

Forget Me Nots: A Poetry Book by Tiffany Manbodh, Self-Published

Forget Me Nots is a self-published collection of poems by Tiffany Manbodh that explores the journey of finding one’s way back to self after experiencing trauma. Trigger warning: the content of the book references sexual assault and violence.

The book is divided into three sections: “The Great Fall,” “Healing & Restoration,” and “Thriving.” It’s a smart way to help readers identify the journey elements. The poems travel through time as the speaker comes forward about their trauma, learns to heal from those wounds, and eventually gets to a place where they’re no longer just surviving, but thriving.

There are lines and poems that create a cadence with a classic feel to them, like in “Eve in the Garden.”:

“But there is a God who watches over all things/So, come let us make supplication and sing.”

Tiffany Manbodh

Manbodh employs the use of rhyme schemes throughout the pieces to create an approachable structure. The language and rhyming makes this collection a good introduction to poetry for readers who are often intimidated by the genre.

But there are moments where it felt like the confines of the rhyme worked against the poem. Certain poems did not feel fleshed out to their full potential as the poet adhered to keeping the end rhyme scheme in the lines. It would have been nice to see what those poems could become without those restrictions.

One of the most interesting elements Manbodh employs in certain poems is sensuality. In a poem titled “Ice Cream,” the speaker states:

“We shared a cone/Here and there, a sigh and even a moan…”

Tiffany Manbodh

But the poem finishes with the speaker telling the other to go play their fantasies out elsewhere. In a poetry collection that delves into the experience of sexual trauma, pieces like this highlight the importance of both giving consent and taking it away.

Aside from the use of rhyme scheme, Mabodh proves adept at rhythm within the lines. The way the poems read forces the reader to slow down and take in each word as it relates to the next. They flow like song lyrics, creating a melodious feel when you read them.

In the poem “Pressurized,” the speaker makes smart use of metaphor to describe their experiences. The poems opening lines detail exploration of the body and testing boundaries, but not in a sensual way. Instead, it reads more like an allusion to colonization.

Some pieces in this collection read more like a diary entry than a poem, but that isn’t a bad thing. It creates an epistolary style that further invites readers to delve into poetry in an environment that doesn’t seem above their heads. Introspective lines like, “Did he love me somewhere in between?” indicate the speaker’s struggle in a way that will resonate with others who have had similar experiences.

There’s a strong sense of familial and cultural influences on the speaker’s journey to healing. One poem is called, “Guilt and its cousin, Shame.” In another poem the speaker says, “Shame and her cousin doubt paid me a visit.” This comparison of such negative feelings to a family blood tie symbolize the power the speaker’s family has. This is something many survivors contend with when healing, especially those that come from cultures that don’t talk about these things.

The standout poems in the collection are “Craft Group” and “Lavender.” The former paints a picture of a women’s support group that come together to help one another heal through feminine hobbies. It’s a wonderful depiction of the power in the female. “Lavender” creates a lush and relaxing tone that’s appropriate for the subject matter. The languid lines combined with a reverent tone put the feeling of holistic healing into words.

All in all, it’s a promising debut collection of poetry. Manbodh’s use of language and classic poetic devices show she has the potential to only get better and master the craft.

Meagan Reads YA Horror: Five Midnights by Ann Dávila Cardinal

I had the opportunity to see Cardinal speak at a panel at the Miami Book Fair in November 2019. The panel had four authors speaking about Caribbean mythology and storytelling. Needless to say, it was an excellent event. I picked up a copy of Five Midnights that day.

Five Midnights by Ann Dávila Cardinal, Tor Teen 2019, with the Puerto Rican flag

I will try my best not to include spoilers, but please be wary if you plan on reading this book.

Five Midnights is a young adult horror mystery that follows Lupe Dávila as she spends the summer with her uncle, the chief of police, on the hunt for a killer from legends. Five childhood friends are hunted one by one.

Some believe it is their shady pasts finally catching up to them. Others believe it is El Cuco, a mythical beast of Latinx lore that is used to scare children. But what if El Cuco isn’t a myth? What if he’s real? It’s up to Lupe to find out and save her new friend, Javier Utierre.

What I appreciated the most about this YA novel is the authentic Puerto Rican voice. Coming from a Boricua family myself, I could clearly hear my mother’s and grandmother’s voices within the characters and narration. Cardinal creates that genuine voice by using a lyrical rhythm and cadence reminiscent of the breeze blowing through the trees and music on every street corner.

The island comes alive with Cardinal’s deft descriptions. From the mouthwatering details of alcapurria and chicharrones to the sounds of the busy streets of Old San Juan, all the senses come alive when the characters talk about their love for their culture.

But Cardinal does not shy away from the less shiny neighborhoods that tourists don’t see. She creates a candid picture of the communities broken by gentrification. As tourism pushes the locals out, many kids turn to a life of crime to make ends meet.

The issue of how tourism and outsiders taking over the natives’ island coincides with Lupe’s character growth as she reconciles her two cultures. Her father’s side of the family is Puerto Rican, but her mother is American. She grew up in Vermont in a middle-class family. Throughout the novel she’s blamed as part of the problem by some and classified as a tolerated outsider by others. Lupe is often set on edge when she has to pass the, “How Puerto Rican are you?” test.

Lupe feels belittled when the native-born Puerto Ricans call her Gringa and tell her she’s not really one of them. This is especially irksome as she inherited her mother’s pale complexion and is white passing.

Her anger is understandable, but so is the ire of those who grew up on the island, especially those feeling the push from colonial influences in the poor neighborhoods. Lupe doesn’t fully understand her privilege in comparison. At the same time, islanders like Javier and Marisol don’t understand the life she leads.

Though Lupe comes from a middle-class Vermont household, she lives with an alcoholic father who checked out after her mother left them. At 16 years old, she takes care of herself and watches her father waste away, no longer expecting anything from him. She is lonely and disconnected, as her father is supposed to be the lifeline to her Puerto Rican heritage.

The constant questioning of her true identity is one many kids in her situation understand. Coming from more than one culture, it’s easy to feel lost when one belongs to multiple identities and yet belongs to none of them. Lupe’s character development throughout follows the journey she takes to find her place among the people of the island and the role she plays outside of that identity.

The story’s pacing is excellent, as the pages fly by during action sequences but slow down when the characters stop to reflect on their experiences. The language and syntax create that rhythmic ebb and flow of moving foward and pausing for breath.

Toward the end as the action comes to a climax it feels a bit fast, especially with so many jumps in point-of-view as they battle their enemy. The ending also catches the reader off guard, as it feels abrupt and like there’s a page or two missing for the denouement.

The end of this horror novel highlights the power of belief and myth within a culture. Lupe starts the book as a nonbeliever but by the time the clock runs out to save Javier she’s willing to take a leap of faith.

This is especially interesting as the skeptical side of Lupe coincides with her Americanness. But the willingness to believe in the legends of her father’s culture brings her closer to her Puerto Rican roots. The story’s focus on Latinx mythology brought to mind a discussion at the panel I attended.

Cardinal and the other authors talked about how as time and society progresses, the new generations take a more pragmatic view of the world, deferring to logic, education, and facts.

But the belief in the supernatural is, “just a fingernail scratch away beneath the surface”, as one writer said. Belief and mythology are so intrinsic to these culture, it’s what keeps the new generations connected to their ancestors. It’s a reminder of where they come from.

I really enjoyed this book and am looking forward to the next in the series, Category Five, coming out June 2, 2020.

Who else read this book? What did you think of it? Let me know in the comments and share!