
Sehr bewegendes Buch
Dieses Buch wird als Horror-Roman beworben, das finde ich, trifft es nicht. Dennoch hat mir das Buch sehr gut gefallen. Es geht um junge Frauen und Teenager die als "gefallene Mädchen" gelten, weil sie ungewollt schwanger wurden. Um nicht von der Gesellschaft verstoßen zu werden, war es früher üblich, die Mädchen in spezielle Einrichtungen abzuschieben, bis das Baby auf die Welt gekommen ist. Natürlich wurden die Babys alle adoptiert und die jungen Mütter durften die Babys am Besten überhaupt nicht zu sehen bekommen. Eines dieser Einrichtungen ist im Buch der Hauptschauplatz. Das Wellwood House nimmt die Schwangeren auf, sorgt für medizinische Versorgung vor Ort und vermittelt dann die Babys an kinderlose Paare. Protagonistin ist Neva aka Fern, denn in Wellwood House haben alle Mädchen Decknamen erhalten, Freundschaften entstehen eher selten, da die Mädchen keine privaten Details über ihr Leben preisgeben sollen. Fern freundet sich trotzdem mit der rebellischen Rose, der schüchternen Holly und der überkorrekten Zinna. Alles nimmt eine Wendung, als Miss Parcae mit ihrer fahrenden Bibliothek vorbeikommt. Fern erhält von ihr ein Buch mit Zauberformeln für Hexen. Um Zinna bei ihrer morgendlichen Übelkeit zu helfen, versuchen sie zusammen eines der Rituale umzusetzen und zu aller Überraschung funktioniert es auch! Als die Mädels sich immer mehr mit dem Buch beschäftigen, wird Muss Parce immer aufdringlicher und fordert für ihre Hilfe eine Gegenleistung. Ein sehr tolles Buch mit ein wenig Zauberei und (teilweise schaurigen) okkulten Ritualen. Wobei der wahre Horror eher in der Einrichtung und dem Umgang mit den jungen Frauen an sich steckt. Diese werden wie Ware behandelt und nicht wie eigenständige Individuen. DAS ist wirklich erschreckend, weil es diese Einrichtungen ja wirklich lange gab. Das Nachwort des Autors Grady Hendrix hat mich wirklich sehr berührt, da er zu dem ganzen Thema einen persönlichen Bezug hat. Meine liebsten Zitate Rose wasn’t even eighteen, Holly had just turned fourteen, I was fifteen. Whatever you wanted to call us, we were children. (Page 9) You see, we’d been taught that the devil was the worst thing in the world, but we were too young to understand that there were worse things than the devil. We were too young to understand that their job was to convince us that the most natural thing in the world was evil, and the most evil thing in the world was natural.[...] But for girls like us, down there at the Home, the devil turned out to be our only friend. (Page 9) It isn’t too smart for a girl to be smart, her mom had always said. (Page 11) Happiness isn’t about doing what you like, but learning to like what you have to do. (Page 62) “I’m just trying to help,” Fern said. “Yeah,” Rose said. “That’s probably what Christopher Columbus said to the Indians.” (Page 75) “You can’t beg the world to do what you want. You can’t ask it nicely. You must force the world. You must bend it to your will. That’s what the book teaches.” (Page 154) You can’t beg the world to do what you want. You can’t ask it nicely. You must bend it to your will. (Page 162) “You have to do that yourselves,” she said. “But I can give you the tools. I can show you how they work. I can teach you how to read the book.” “And we promise you what?” Fern asked. “You renounce God and turn your back on the world of man,” Miss Parcae said. “And pledge eternal loyalty and obedience to me.” (Page 162) “Well,” she said. “What’s God ever done for us anyway?” (Page 162) The first choice a witch makes is to embark on the journey to learn her Craft. After she has signed the Witch’s Book in her own blood and confessed her heart’s desire, she is a witch, and will remain so until the day she dies. This is no small thing and should not be undertaken lightly. (Page 173) “They say we spoil milk and steal children,” Periwinkle continued. “That we murder the innocent and ruin crops. That we bring disease and eat human flesh. You know why they say all this?” “Because you’re witches?” Fern asked. “Because we’re women,” Periwinkle said. “Muslim, Christian, Hindu, Jew— the one thing they all have in common is that they hate us. For hundreds of thousands of years, they’ve hated us. So we have to live in the shadows. And still they hunt us. From Nigeria to Salem to Madagascar, they come and round up old women and little girls. Sometimes they force them to drink poison. The ones who die are clearly witches. The ones who only get sick are allowed to go home until the men show up at their houses hunting witches again. (Page 218) Whether she knows it or not, every witch belongs to a powerful night- flying army, the ones who came before her and the ones who practice our Craft today. When you are at your lowest, when you feel your least powerful, know that this dark legion is there for you. Witches will catch you when you fall, carry you when you are tired, heal you when you are broken. This is the first truth of our Craft: a real witch is never alone. (Page 222) Blood is no more than the measure of the sacrifice, the weighing out of its worth to the witch, the sign of her sincerity. Pain is the real price, not blood. How much pain are you willing to endure to achieve your heart’s desire? (Page 228) Power cannot be given, it must be taken. It is the ability to enact your will upon the world and it must be earned by the spilling of blood. (Page 271) Stand against the world for even one moment and be crushed. Stand together with your coven and it is possible to resist. The bond between a witch and her coven is the greatest and most important power she has. To sever that bond is to invite disaster. (Page 384) They don’t see these girls. I can’t tell you how much they don’t see these girls. (Page 400) There had been five of them in this room, and now there were six. Fern felt a key turn in a lock, and she saw this baby— this girl baby— she saw this little girl live, this little girl that they had pulled out of Holly’s body together and she knew that all the magic the witches had ever done was only a pale imitation of what had happened here tonight. This was the Great Mystery that lay at the heart of all things. This was the miracle that passed all understanding. First there is nothing. Then there is. (Page 414) For one minute, she thought they’d done something that mattered. She thought they’d had a chance. They never had a chance. From the moment they were sent away nothing they did mattered, because this only ended one way: Holly would give her baby to Reverend Jerry and he’d take her home, Zinnia would give up her baby and go home, Fern had given up her baby and she’d go to the police station where her dad would pick her up later that morning and she’d go home. (Page 428) They said she could go back to her old life. They said it wouldn’t hurt. They said she’d never have to think about it again. They lied. [...] They said she was wayward. They said it was all her fault. They said she had done something wrong. They lied. (Page 432) How much pain are you willing to endure to achieve your heart’s desire? (Page 434) It is only by failing that magic works. The ancient alchemists knew they were unlikely to turn lead into gold, but they also knew that in their attempts they would make profound discoveries. Nothing in magic is gained by aiming straight for it. As in life, it is the failures that prove to be most valuable because it is in failure that you learn anything useful, about the world or about yourself. (Page 458) I need you to understand what they did to us when we were girls. That’s the important thing you have to remember. Rose wasn’t even eighteen, Holly had just turned fourteen, I was fifteen. We were girls: girls in trouble; unsocialized girls, fast girls, loose girls, emotionally immature girls, wayward girls. Whatever you wanted to call us, we were children. And we had to make terrible choices. (Page 460) Magic works as it works, and it follows the longer road. A spell may take a lifetime to show results, but have faith. Believe in what you have done because anything executed with all your will and Craft is something that cannot go wrong. You may not recognize the spell as it shapes you, its workings may be subtle and unfold over years, but trust in yourself, and trust in your coven. The spell you need may not be the spell you cast. But the workings of a witch are never in vain. (Page 472)















