She wants her grandmother to be well, her best friends Beatrice and Gretta to be happy, and a true love for herself. Keturah lives in a small village that has come into disrepair and wants very little of life. A mesmerizing love story, interweaving elements of classic fantasy and high romance. She is able to charm Lord Death with a story and gain a reprieve, but he grants her only a day, and within that day she must find true love. Her strength diminishes until, finally, she realizes that death is near-and learns then that death is a young lord, melancholy and stern. Keturah, renowned for her storytelling, follows a legendary hart deep into the forest, where she becomes hopelessly lost. Opening line: “Keturah, tell us a story,” said Naomi, “one of your tales of faërie or magic.” Its simplicity is at the same time what makes it so lovely and also what will probably make it disappear from my memory quite fast. It’s part 1001 Nights, part Hades and Persephone, and part medieval romance. This is a fairy tale-esque book I’ve been meaning to read forever.
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