I totally judged this book by it's cover and I was soooo RIGHT!! Ha-HA!! I saw this on a display while at work and immediately wanted to be the girl in the beautiful patchwork jacket with the blonde braid riding a fierce black horse. Who wouldn't want to be her? The book starts out with an Anne of Green Gables feel: young girl living with her grandma on the edge of a small community. The girl is more at ease with nature and doesn't fit in at the school in town and can't stand to be inside learning all of the healing charms and mixtures that her Grand-Jane is teaching her.  She feels trapped and finally finds her "way" to an adventure in a different world through magic. The book then takes on a Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe feel but make no mistake - this book is entirely it's own thing. And I absolutely LOVED it.
I would pair it with Tuesday's at the Castle and Chalice and wholeheartedly recommend all three.

B&N says ~ “We live here, my girl, because it is close to the Way, and echoes of its magic are felt in our world. The Way is a path leading to another place, where the people are governed by different rules. Magic runs through them and their land.”With her boundless curiosity and wild spirit, Fer has always felt that she doesn’t belong. Not when the forest is calling to her, when the rush of wind through branches feels more real than school or the quiet farms near her house. Then she saves an injured creature—he looks like a boy, but he’s really something else. He knows who Fer truly is, and invites her through the Way, a passage to a strange, dangerous land.Fer feels an instant attachment to this realm, where magic is real and oaths forge bonds stronger than iron. But a powerful huntress named the Mór rules here, and Fer can sense that the land is perilously out of balance. Fer must unlock the secrets about the parents she never knew and claim her true place before the worlds on both sides of the Way descend into endless winter.

“When you handle books all day long, every new one is a friend and a temptation.” ~ Elizabeth Kostova