Part of me feels like maybe it was just a by-product of the style. And I really don't know how else to explain it. And why do all of my analogies have food?) But something about this book left me feeling incomplete, and it wasn't big enough to really stand out, but rather left me with that subtle nagging feeling that something that would put it over the top, something that would make me love it instead of like it, was missing. It's still a really good sundae, but you know how much better it can be with the little addition of that salty-sweet caramel, and now you're disappointed. And you like it, it's good - but something's missing, and you can't figure out what until you get to the last bite and you realize you forgot the damn caramel sauce.
Soup analogy), but say you were eating your favorite ice cream sundae, and it's delicious it has scoops of rich chocolate and fragrant vanilla ice cream topped off with nuts and cherries and sprinkles and whatever the hell else you put on it. But I could feel it.Īlright, this is the weirdest analogy ever (maybe only topped by my soup vs. The story and I were held back by something, something was missing and I don't know what it was.
I always felt like there was just some barrier we couldn't push through. I do want to push it on recommend it to some people, but not everybody. This makes it sound like I didn't like it, or even that I was disappointed with it, neither of which is very accurate. I think I wanted to love it more than I did, and I wanted to want to push it on everybody - but I didn't. But another thing I've come to associate with Dunkle is stories that come so close to making me feel the need to push them into everybody's hands, but not quite making it. This is something I've come to associate with her, and I really do like it. I've read other things by Dunkle before ( The Hollow Kingdom, The House of Dead Maids), and one of the things I really like about her is that she seems willing to confront the darker aspects, the things that make you uncomfortable. Remember how I said I was going to (hopefully) be inundating you with reviews and mini-reviews so I could catch up before Austen in August starts? Caught in the middle, Maddie must decide what matters most to her-and what price she is willing to pay to keep it. There is an evil presence in the carver’s life that cannot be controlled, and Maddie watches her town fall under a shadow. Fascinated by the silent carver, she sets out to gain his trust, only to find herself drawn into a terrifying secret that threatens everything she loves. His talent for wood carving soon wins the admiration of the weaver’s daughter, Maddie. Places with a chain for them to chain up the wolf when it’s time.Ī mysterious young man has come to a small Highland town.
There’s hidden places all over this land-old, old places.
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