I’d heard good things about this book for some time, and looked forward to reading it.
The short version is, I love the way Owens writes, but didn’t much believe in this novel’s plot.
The book is about Kya, a girl who raises herself when her mother leaves an abusive husband and one by one the other kids head out from the swampland to make their own lives. Kya doesn’t starve and sorta makes peace with her dad, until he dies, by which time she can more or less cook and make a few dimes here and there with assorted activities.
The local boys know there’s a marsh girl so there’s a few hide and seek scenes, but the nicest and smartest of the boys befriends her, falls in love with her, teaches her to read, and then abandons her in college because he thinks she won’t fit in. But the star athlete at the high school decides to take her on, and she gets taken in.
Kya starts writing books and illustrating them, she gets a little respect, some money, fixes her house, etc. Star athlete winds up dead, Kya gets blamed, she finally gets found innocent. She marries the nice guy who realizes how much he’s misjudged her.
And then years later he learns the truth about whether or not she killed the usurious high school athlete. Not gonna spoil that for you.
The writing is beautiful. The plot is rather Hallmarkian? A 14-year-old boy teaches a wild child to read, and she becomes a published author who goes from selling shells to drawing them and the toast of the academic world of marshes. Okay. Feel-good plot, fine. But I like character-driven books and this one turns on types and tropes.
This book was made to be a movie, so just wait for it. It might even be better as a film, being a very cinematographic plot.
That said (“I didn’t much care for this book”) I will say I’m going to hunt down some of Owens’ other works. She writes so well, maybe some of the other plots are less hokey.
A mixed thumb up/thumb down, in essence, for this bestseller. Lots of people loved it, and it’s really just that I like books where character drives plot. This isn’t one.
Well, since her other books are classified as non-fiction, let’s hope the plots are more believable. 🙂 I haven’t read any of them (or Crawdads, for that matter) but I do remember seeing her and her husband on a late night TV show (Johnny Carson, perhaps? It was a LONG time ago) being interviewed about their book Cry of the Kalahari. They lived in the desert there for awhile.