#btdby

[worksongbyhozier]

read this book 4 times already how did I miss that Sam describes Jericho as a “big beautiful giant”

[spookydru]

Libba Bray while writing BTDBY: I wonder how many people I can kill in the final 20 pages

[bibliophile-quotes]

"'Do you know why people make up ghost stories?'

...'Why?'

'Because it's easier than believing that ordinary people can be cruel...'"

Before the Devil Breaks You - Libba Bray

[libbabraysactualblog]

Libba Bray Goes on Tour for BEFORE THE DEVIL BREAKS YOU! #BTDBY

[booksturnmugglesintowizards]

Before the Devil Breaks You is the perfect Halloween read

And Uncle Will is hella more shady than I ever thought

[crienselt]

Before the Devil Breaks You is out in TWO days!!!

Things I want:

Ghosts and spookiness and a strong desire to read in a well lit room

Everyone to be alive and well and happy and okay

More Evie/Sam (Curse you, Libba, for making me ship them!)

Mabel coming into her own and doing awesome things

Isaiah to be okay

Memphis and Theta working through everything and revealing secrets and coming out stronger (I still think the sex scene is theirs. Longest established relationship would mean confronting Theta's abuse and trauma and powers)

Sam and Jericho friendship (bc both those boys could use a guy friend)

Ling and Jericho bonding

Sam and Theta bonding/training/something coming of Sam knowing her secret

Answers

Henry to find happiness

Evie to develop/grow and be a good friend to, well, everyone

Plot developments

Things I am bracing myself for:

Ghosts and spookiness and a strong desire to read in a well lit room

Character death

A resurgence of Evie/Jericho (sigh)

Mabel to be sidelined

Bad things happening to Isaiah

Misunderstandings and arguments for Memphis and Theta; Roy

Relationships remaining stagnant (treading water for the final book?)

More questions

Sad Henry

Evie still being a selfish drunken mess (don't get me wrong, I love her for it and I get it...but girl's gotta climb out of the pit eventually, right?)

Plot developments

[crienselt]

In case you, like me, are desperate for anything related to Before the Devil Breaks You, here’s Libba hyping the book in Little Brown’s most recent School & Library eNewsletter:

I have always adored ghost stories. Some of my earliest memories are of watching Hammer horror films and episodes of “Dark Shadows,” reading pulp monster comics, and whispering spooky tales above a flashlight’s glow during sleepovers. The summer I was nine, I spent a week in North Carolina with my great-grandmother, whom I mostly knew only through letters. I was nervous about our visit until I discovered our mutual love of the supernatural. Grandmother Kutz had been raised by her psychic grandmother and undertaker grandfather and was full of Pennsylvania Dutch superstitions: It’s bad luck to place a hat on the bed; A sound heard three times is an ominous warning; A bird hitting the window portends death in three days. During my week with her I was thrilled to hear tales of restless spirits who refused to stay put in their graves. Being creepy is a family tradition. It was inevitable that I’d want to write my own ghost stories someday. Enter The Diviners. Before the Devil Breaks You is the third book of The Diviners series, a four book supernatural tale set against the neon blaze of a Jazz Age New York City where ghosts and demons skulk the streets and subways and a malevolent force is spreading across the land—an army of the hungry dead led by the mysterious King of Crows. “It’s The Great Gatsby meets Stephen King,” as my editor, Alvina Ling, i.e., She Who Is Far Cleverer Than I, puts it. I set out to tell a ghost story, but more specifically, I wanted to write an American ghost story, one informed by the many ideals, conflicts, myths, and contradictions of our national DNA. After all, we are a nation founded on the idea that all people are created equally and imbued with certain inalienable rights; we are also a nation founded on genocide and centuries of slavery. We are a country built by the richness of immigrants arriving with their many traditions, cultures, beliefs, religions, and hopes. And we are a country prone to prejudice, xenophobia, and arguments about identity. Our dreams and sins are fertile ground for restless spirits. Even our ghosts have ambitions. As a New Yorker, I’ve long been fascinated by Ward’s and Randall’s Islands, two joined fists of land sitting in the middle of the East River and presided over by the poetically named Hell Gate Bridge. (C’mon. It’s called the Hell Gate, people!) Ward’s and Randall’s were, at various points, home to an asylum, an inebriates’ home, a juvenile delinquent center, and a poor house. They were repositories for New York’s unwanted—pushed out of sight and out of mind. Not so coincidentally, the islands were also home to potter’s fields—mass graves of unclaimed dead. I began to wonder about the voices of those long-neglected, forgotten people. What sort of ghosts might they become? Were they angry? Frightened? Would they carry warnings for the living? Would they want revenge? And what of the King of Crows? What plan did he have in store for them? Before the Devil Breaks You takes readers to a 1920s New York City full of magic and mysticism, speakeasies, gangsters, the Ziegfeld Follies, Harlem Renaissance, rising radio stars, street-tough pickpockets, Tin Pan Alley songwriters, star-crossed lovers, wisecracking newshounds, vicious gossip columnists, and elderly witches. It shows readers a New York City of anarchists, the eugenics movement, secret government projects, and the horrors of war. It takes them to Brooklyn’s Vitagraph movie studio, where many dreams are built, and to Ward’s Island, where some dreams are buried. It’s a story of gifted young people: object readers, dream walkers, mystical healers, clairvoyants, and interpreters for the dead, whose skills will be needed in an epic battle of good and evil in which the stakes are no less than the soul of a nation. Change happens. Time moves on. Today, the asylums, refuges, and poor houses of Ward’s and Randall’s islands are long gone, replaced by tennis camps, soccer fields, and festival concerts selling overpriced bottles of water. But the forgotten dead still lie in their mass graves below. And in 2017 America we are still grappling with the unsettled ghosts of our past.