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Book Review: Where The Crawdads Sing By Delia Owens


For years, rumors of the “Marsh Girl” haunted Barkley Cove, a quiet fishing village. Kya Clark is barefoot and wild; unfit for polite society. So, in late 1969, when the popular Chase Andrews is found dead, locals immediately suspect her.

But Kya is not what they say. A born naturalist with just one day of school, she takes life’s lessons from the land, learning the real ways of the world from the dishonest signals of fireflies. But while she has the skills to live in solitude forever, the time comes when she yearns to be touched and loved. Drawn to two young men from town, who are each intrigued by her wild beauty, Kya opens herself to a new and startling world—until the unthinkable happens.

In Where the Crawdads Sing, Owens juxtaposes an exquisite ode to the natural world against a profound coming of age story and haunting mystery. Thought-provoking, wise, and deeply moving, Owens’s debut novel reminds us that we are forever shaped by the child within us, while also subject to the beautiful and violent secrets that nature keeps.

The story asks how isolation influences the behaviour of a young woman, who like all of us, has the genetic propensity to belong to a group. The clues to the mystery are brushed into the lush habitat and natural histories of its wild creatures.


Anyone else get a little bit of To Kill A MockingBird Vibes?

I absolutely loved the first half of the book talking about the abandoned youngest girl child of a broken family.

This is the story of this girl who did everything on her own to survive. But what appealed more was the way she totally relied on nature and a rare few strangers to survive.

This story intensely studied such a character, who’s thoroughly neglected and shunned for no fault of hers, how she evolved into a woman and as one of the most famous authors writing on nature.

Even though I loved the first part, I felt like I was watching a movie and I could not get the feel of real characters. It felt like the characters were some good actors. But I enjoyed the first part the most.

The second half was a real struggle. It tried to work out the murder mystery in details in which our main character, Kya, was the main suspect.

The chapters kept going on and on and on. I was almost about to skip some chapters but somehow, I got through them and well, it was worth it. It’s because of these chapters that I actually came to appreciate the last few chapters and the ending. All I want to say now is that the book started good, and it ended well.

This book is a character driven one in which the characters are pretty convincing. The writing style is endearing and flawless. The poetry references, the talk about books and nature; the human nature, our basic instincts and weaknesses have been beautifully captured.

Even though the book was good, I couldn’t love most of the characters especially the main character. And I can understand the reason why her character was made this way. It’s really convincing though. Her character remains detached even to the reader.

The ending though. Kya seems like a character who you can easily figure out, but the last few pages have something else to say!

I absolutely loved the characters of Tate Walker and Jumpin’. These characters made a huge impact in the character development of the main character. I wish the world is full of people like them.

In regard to what happens later on in the novel: I Knew It!
The goody-too-shoes act is how people perceive her. She never actually said anything. All throughout the events I knew what the real outcome would be. Yet everyone presumed it would be the opposite of what my instincts told me. Funny how your instincts work. Mine are on point whether it is about immature jealous women behaving as if their 10. Or in this case, when a cave like woman is prone to her natural instincts.

Overall, it has been written in a way to be impactful.

4/5 Stars

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