Book Review: “Where the Crawdads Sing” by Delia Owens

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Synopsis (from BN.com):  For years, rumors of the “Marsh Girl” have haunted Barkley Cove, a quiet town on the North Carolina coast. So in late 1969, when handsome Chase Andrews is found dead, the locals immediately suspect Kya Clark, the so-called Marsh Girl. But Kya is not what they say. Sensitive and intelligent, she has survived for years alone in the marsh that she calls home, finding friends in the gulls and lessons in the sand. Then the time comes when she yearns to be touched and loved. When two young men from town become intrigued by her wild beauty, Kya opens herself to a new life—until the unthinkable happens.

Where the Crawdads Sing is at once an exquisite ode to the natural world, a heartbreaking coming-of-age story, and a surprising tale of possible murder. Owens reminds us that we are forever shaped by the children we once were, and that we are all subject to the beautiful and violent secrets that nature keeps.

 

My thoughts:  Oh man . . . I really, really wanted to love this book . . . and have to be completely honest – I didn’t!   I almost feel dirty writing that out here in public as the publishing world, Reese Witherspoon’s book club, and the public were just raving about how good it was . . . it’s beautiful, lyrical writing . . . and on and on.

Yes the book was beautifully written, passages were lyrical . . . and I did enjoy learning about the nature of the marshes of North Carolina.

However, from the very first few chapters I simply couldn’t get past the absolute ridiculous unrealistic premise of the story.   Spoiler alert if you haven’t read the book.  Come on people, yes I know its a work of fiction . . . but a 6 year old child raises herself in the marshland of North Carolina, goes to the store in town with $ she’s made, goes to school one time . . . it’s set in the 1960’s and no social service agencies check on this child, . . . you get my drift.   This uneducated girl then grows up to write a number of scientific type nature books based on her life in the marsh.

Nope, I just couldn’t get past it.

And the chapters involving the murder investigation felt odd, forced, out of place . . . it was as if the two storylines didn’t fit together.

I should have known. . . books that are overhyped, all over the media and the public falls in love with – I typically will hate.

Oh well, simply not for me . . . for those that loved it I’m glad you are reading and enjoyed your journey!

And remember,

Books Are Life,

Heather

 

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