Synopsis
A determined young woman in 1950s Los Angeles walks a darker city than she ever imagined in a spellbinding novel about the power to make dreams come true―whatever the sacrifice.
Los Angeles brims with opportunity in 1959―though not for aspiring fashion designer Cordelia Mai Yin, the first-generation child of Vietnamese immigrants, who finds the city unkind to outsiders and as dispirited as her own family. When Cordi rents a cheap loft in an old apartment building, she quickly warms to kindred souls Tessa, Audrey, and Silly. They also want better things and have pasts they’d rather forget. That they all share the same middle name makes their friendship seem like destiny.
As supportive as they are of each other, it’s a struggle just to eke out a living, let alone hope to see their wishes for success come true. Until an ever-present and uncannily charming acquaintance of the landlord’s offers a solution to their problems. He promises to fulfill their every dream. All it takes is a little magic. And a small sacrifice.
As one surprisingly effective spell leads to another, their wishes get bigger. But so does the price they must pay. Amid the damaged seams of her life so far, Cordi must realize her own power in order to rip free, without losing everything she’s worked so hard to achieve.
Praise
“A clever, dark fairy tale about sisterhood and sacrifice and the price of finally going after what you want. Cordi is a heroine to root for: she makes mistakes, of course she does, but you would do the same. And once you read it you will never settle for a dress without pockets again. I loved it!” –Yume Kitasei, author of The Stardust Grail
A beguiling story of love and friendship that turns every trope on its head. THE MONSTROUS MISSES MAI leads you through a world of glamour and fame, then pulls you beneath its surface and tangles you in the sinister workings of a city fueled by impossible dreams.” –Kylee Lee Baker, author of The Scarlet Alchemist
Review
What would you sacrifice for success? That is the question that the women in this novel must answer before it is too late.
This story is about friendship, desire, and ambition. The four women who end up sharing an apartment together don’t realize the depths of the situation they find themselves until it is too late. When they say you shouldn’t mess with witchcraft, they aren’t kidding!
Cordi, Tessa, Silly, and Audrey are these four women. They each have dreams for their future, and when they are offered the opportunity to get it with little work, they jump at the chance. This wasn’t the wisest move they could make, and they soon learn that there is a price to pay for success if you don’t work for it.
Beyond that, this book explores the friendship between women who may have never met had it not been for this apartment that they share. While this book is set in 1959, it is reflective of nearly any period in time. Family expectations are the same now as they were then. Perhaps a little different, but still somewhat the same.
Because these women are young (20’s), they still lack some maturity when it comes to actions. Cordi is jealous of Silly’s friendship with Tessa. It is like Cordi wants to be Tessa’s only friend. They seem to shun Audrey because she is a little different, and also doesn’t want to be mixed up in the witchcraft. She is probably the smartest one of the bunch. Tessa is all about being seen with the movers and shakers of the city. Little does she realize what that might really mean!
I was engrossed in this novel. Normally, this isn’t the type of book I read (magical realism, witchcraft, etc), but there was something about this story that engaged me and kept me glued to the pages. I had a love/hate relationship with all the characters, but they each added a dimension to the story. Whether it was their involvement with the magical aspect, greed, desire, or hope, each character played a part in the final conclusion.
We give this book 5 paws up and recommend it if you enjoy this genre.
Excerpt
Chapter Eight
“Relax. I’m not here as some spy.” He chuckled. “Don’t forget who convinced Mikhail to rent to you in the first place—and at a cheaper price too! Please, enjoy your night.” He held up his hands. “Or should I leave?”
“Nonsense.” Tessa reached out, placing her fingers on his forearm. “They’re good girls. They just haven’t learned how to break the rules yet,” she whispered loudly, then winked across the table at Cordi.
Like usual, Cordi had no idea how to navigate the conversational maze. She kept eating, hoping that the food would instill in her some magical talent to help her play along.
“And I suppose you know how to break the rules,” Callum said to Tessa, his voice low.
“Do you two want us to leave the room?” Audrey asked in her flat voice.
Tessa took her hand back and resumed eating. “Nope, I do so love an audience.”
Audrey let out a loud exhale.
“I applied for a job at a fabric store today,” Cordi told Callum, still feeling the need to explain herself. “I have a good feeling about it.”
“Sounds dreadfully boring,” he mused, but he said everything with a casual, cheerful tone, so Cordi wasn’t sure if he really meant it or if it was just the way rich people prattled. Callum struck her as rich—the cut of his suit, the expensive tailoring as well as the silk of his tie, indicating that he could afford to dress well.
“I think I would enjoy it,” she said. “I know I will. I love that kind of stuff. Clothes and . . . you know . . . clothes.”
Tessa smiled at her. “You should be a fashion designer.”
“That’s impossible,” Cordi said, though it was exactly what she wanted, a dream she hardly dared to admit to herself. It was just a fantasy, not something attainable, and she waited for several long seconds for Callum to laugh in her face.
But he didn’t.
“I’ve wondered to myself if you were a designer,” he said. “You’re always wearing the most unique threads whenever I see you.”
“I like . . . pockets,” Cordi said for some reason even she couldn’t fathom. Perhaps it was the wine. She drank some more just to be safe. “Not all the dresses in stores have them, so I sew them myself.”
“Pockets are rather useful.”
“But no one’s ever heard of an Asian designer before,” Cordi said. She regretted it, because the statement was rather sad, and there was really no way to respond to it, so she didn’t blame any of them when the heavy words drooped in the air, abandoned and unclaimed.
Callum grinned at her. He had one dimple on his left cheek, and Cordi found it impossible not to smile back like a lovesick idiot. “I bet we can make that happen,” he said. “Have you given any thought to what I proposed last time?”
Cordi met Tessa’s eyes.
“About magic?” Tessa asked.
“Yes.” He leaned in close. So did the others. “After all, I am a witch.”
Cordi giggled. She was starting to feel a bit light-headed, the room taking on a blurry effect, the lights fuzzy around the edges, and when she met Tessa’s eyes across the table, the other girl mouthed, I knew it. Cordi took another sip from her glass, surprised to find it almost empty.
“Men can’t be witches,” she said, cocking her head to one side. The room spun a bit, and when she blinked, she had the sensation that she’d skipped forward in time by a few seconds, and that everyone was staring at her, wondering where she’d just been.
“How do you know? Have you met many witches?” Callum asked.
“No, but . . .” Cordi reached out, her index finger landing on the tip of his nose. “You don’t have a wart.”
Callum laughed and wrapped his fist around her finger. “Lurasts aren’t typical witches, and besides, warts on witches are just a myth. Most witches can only do small magic, like a little love potion that doesn’t last.”
“Witches are a myth.” Her tongue felt thick and heavy, and it took more effort to enunciate her words. “They’re not real. Neither are lurasts.”
“Oh, but I am real.” His wide grin made those crinkles appear at the corners of his eyes. “How do you think I’m this handsome? You should see when a spell goes wrong.”
He still had hold of her finger, and she pulled it back, her skin sliding along his.
“Lura is real,” Audrey surprised them all by saying. “Lura is a type of witchcraft. My aunt used to tell me stories. But it’s dangerous—we shouldn’t be playing around with that stuff.”
“Nonsense,” Callum said. “I’m a professional.”
“So what, are you going to make our wishes come true?” Audrey asked.
“It depends on what you want.”
“At what cost?” Audrey asked.
Callum laughed. “Why is it always about money with you girls?”
“Maybe because we don’t have any,” Audrey said coldly.
“It’s true, Callum, we’re flat broke,” Tessa said.
Callum grinned at her. “But isn’t your dad that rich politician? I just assumed he paid the bills.”
“Not our bills,” Audrey mumbled.
Tessa crossed her arms. “If you’re going to be granting wishes, you should know it’s gotta be for free.”
“Nothing good comes for free,” Audrey announced in a voice so full of doom, they all turned and stared at her. “What? It’s true.”
“On the contrary,” Callum said, “all the best things in life are free.”
Tessa snorted.
“You don’t believe me?” Callum stood up. “All right, it’s time to show you ladies that I mean business. Come on. We need”—he looked around the apartment—“candles. A bowl. Some of your most sentimental items.”
Cordi finished the last of her sandwich, wishing she had more.
“Come on, chop-chop.” Callum clapped twice, and despite herself, she got up from the table. The others did as well, looking mildly amused. Callum rubbed his hands together. “Let’s make some magic.”
About the Author
Van Hoang’s first name is pronounced like the van in minivan. Her last name is pronounced “hah-wawng.” A Publishers Weekly “Flying Start” featured author, Hoang is the author of Girl Giant and the Monkey King, Girl Giant and the Jade War, and the forthcoming Hidden Tails for middle-grade readers. Her adult debut novel, The Monstrous Misses Mai, will be published in the spring of 2024. She earned her bachelor’s in English at the University of New Mexico and her master’s in library information science at San Jose State University. She was born in Vietnam, grew up in Orange County, California, and now resides in Los Angeles with her husband, kid, and dog. When she is not writing, she spends her days force-feeding books to small children (and adults!) at the library. She loves boba.
Sarah Beth Durst is the author of over twenty-five books for adults, teens, and kids, including The Bone Maker, The Lake House, and Spark. She won an American Library Association Alex Award and a Mythopoeic Fantasy Award and has been a finalist for the Andre Norton Nebula Award three times. Several of her books have been optioned for film/television, including Drink, Slay, Love, which was made into a TV movie and was a question on Jeopardy! Sarah is a graduate of Princeton University and lives in Stony Brook, New York, with her husband, her two children, and her ill-mannered cat.
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Award-winning author Amanda M. Thrasher was born in England and moved to Texas, where she lives with her family. She writes YA, general fiction, middle grade, early reader chapter, and picture books. She is the founder and CEO of Progressive Rising Phoenix Press.
