Published by Self-Published on 4/18/15
Genres: Fiction, Mystery, Psychological, Suspense
In the Bone there is a house.
In the house there is a girl.
In the girl there is a darkness.
Margo is not like other girls. She lives in a derelict neighborhood called the Bone, in a cursed house, with her cursed mother, who hasn’t spoken to her in over two years. She lives her days feeling invisible. It’s not until she develops a friendship with her wheelchair-bound neighbor, Judah Grant, that things begin to change. When neighborhood girl, seven-year-old Neveah Anthony, goes missing, Judah sets out to help Margo uncover what happened to her.
What Margo finds changes her, and with a new perspective on life, she’s determined to find evil and punish it–targeting rapists and child molesters, one by one.
But hunting evil is dangerous, and Margo risks losing everything, including her own soul.
Brilliant. Deadly. Complex. Intriguing. Smart. Crazy. Evil. Innocent. Wrong. Right. Margo Moon is an archangel of vengeance, Michael grounded on Earth, whose purpose is to protect the helpless from the dark souls who look to take out their hatred on others. In Marrow, Tarryn Fisher’s striking prose cut me deep, inflicting pain and leaving a wound that won’t soon heal. She concocted a world so true to the one we live in that I could see the reflection of myself, of my friends, and strangers in the faces of those on the page. Marrow’s message echoes loudly in my ears, and I’ll feel its reverberations long after the initial boom. This isn’t something I’ll soon forget.
I was scared to begin this book because I feared the inevitable disappointment that tends to come when I want something too badly. I’m hardly ever impressed with it once I get it; call it a case of enjoying the chase. Well, I stalked Margo, and eventually I got her. What did I think of her? I FUCKING LOVED HER and shit. What a character. Okay, let me backtrack and explain this book a bit so you can understand why I’m referring to the character when I refer to the book. That’s because Marrow is Margo. Margo is Marrow.
She is wild and destructive, and in the middle of her fury you feel her God given right to destroy.
Margo Moon grows in a hopeless environment. She lives in a dilapidated house with a mother who sells herself to men, and she’s seen too much ugly in the world. She remains in a static state as she watches those around her destroy themselves and the people that they’re supposed to protect.
God is not in the houses that stand side-by-side down Wessex. I wonder if God lifted Himself from this place and put us behind a veil to suffer alone.
Margo Moon is a tragic heroine. Her loneliness is alive, and her pain and sorrow flow profusely.
I believe in loneliness so deep and profound it has a physical presence. I believe in choices— hard ones that people in charge seldom seem to get right.
But in her sorrow there is beauty, and she possesses in her an innocence and hope that thrives in the most hostile surroundings. Margo has a belief system and a moral code that some might see as wrong, but to me, she’s an guardian angel and a protector.
Children. Suffer. Yes, maybe more than adults. That’s where we become broken, in our youth. And then we wear it like a shroud for the rest of our lives.
When she sees a great evil being done to an innocent, she makes a choice to be the justice that is never given, and she becomes an angel of retribution, killing to save, hurting to defend.
I kill because I can. I kill because no one stops me. I kill because no one is stopping them. I kill to protect the innocent.
As Margo loses her grip, she uses her friend, her love, and her conscience, Judah. He is the one thing that is real to her, and he believes in her beauty. He sees the good in people, and urges Margo to do the same.
“People want a different life, but they get pulled down by the same life their parents lived…They have their own kids and remember the promise they made to themselves … But, they don’t get out of Dodge, because it’s not that easy. So they take it out on themselves, their kids, their neighbors.”
“They want something more, but they don’t have the courage to try it out.”
Judah is light and hope, love and purity, and with his unfailing care, Margo has a chance to leave the Bone and to save herself.
“No, it’s never stupid to dream. Dreams are plans; they get your heart moving, and once your heart gets moving, your brain will follow.”
Margo dreams of a life away from the soul-sucking sadness and selfishness, but can she forgive those who hurt her? Can she let the evil walk the Earth and turn a blind eye to the torment of others? Is it her soul or theirs?
I don’t want to hurt people, I don’t have an innate need to, but they must be punished. That’s what I do, or what I tell myself I do. I punish. I feel responsible for it. An eye for an eye. A beating for a beating. A burn for a burn.
Tarryn Fisher is a creator of angels, devils, sinners, and saints. Margo is all of that and more. She is black, she is white, her soul is grey, but her heart does beat red. The heart of Margo is true, and she spoke to me. Marrow is a class of art that meets every definition. It is beautiful, it is technically sound, it transcends from its original form to something ethereal, mystical, and it forever connects its consumer to its producer. I feel like I lost a piece of myself to Marrow.
“The Bone is in our marrow.”
But now, Marrow is in my bone.
There’s so much more to be said about this story, but I can’t use how it affected me to convince you to read it, because it will affect you differently. You just have to open its pages and read the words, and enjoy the crazy ride.