Miranda in Milan by Katharine Duckett
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
If you are the kind of person who read The Tempest and thought “Prospero is kind of a dick,” this is a book for you. It is Miranda’s story after she gets off the island, and it is DELIGHTFUL.
This is the story of how Miranda comes into her own, finds (queer) love, and becomes free.
Miranda in Milan is a story of surviving abuse and refusing to pass it along to others. It’s a story of ghosts in your own life, and learning to live with them–and love them. It’s about understanding that family has many meanings, and how we treat one another is definitely part of defining those meanings. It’s about making choices, and living with them, and making amends where you can. It’s about exposing family secrets so that healing can begin, and accepting the things that you cannot leave behind, so that you can move forward into the person you are now.
It’s about secret passages, magic, masquerade balls, and smooching, too.
Beautifully written, emotionally honest, and delightful.
And it’s not all about Prospero, because he’s kind of a dick.
