Every now and then, I choose a book based solely on the prettiness of its cover. Could be the colors, the drawings, or the imaginings it’s bring to my mind. In the same way, but more rarely, I will pick a book merely by the title.
Silver in the Blood by Jessica Day George, is one of those.
There’s something about lineages and scary relatives from far away… and honestly, the only my mind conjures up as a initial thought is: