I found the prose almost like poetry: heart-breakingly beautiful.
I like a book with a plot that surprises me; as a writer and a voracious reader, that doesn’t happen as often as you’d think.
It speaks of reconciling the old and the new and living in that balance.
This book is about the battles raging within the quiet walls of woman’s soul.
North and South married sorrow with happiness, showing that life is never one or the other. It is always both.
It was too political. In a world of media biased, it was biased as well.
Larson builds a world in the gray areas between extremes: white and black, good and evil.
This book had some deep waters, and those are often difficult to wade through.
This book is about reality vs. unreality, good vs. evil.
It questions our idea of wilderness and our connection to nature.
By far, the best part is the setting steeped in the South. That I can feel it in spades.
Ichabod Crane is the scariest part of this story.