Tämä sivusto käyttää evästeitä palvelujen toimittamiseen, toiminnan parantamiseen, analytiikkaan ja (jos et ole kirjautunut sisään) mainostamiseen. Käyttämällä LibraryThingiä ilmaiset, että olet lukenut ja ymmärtänyt käyttöehdot ja yksityisyydensuojakäytännöt. Sivujen ja palveluiden käytön tulee olla näiden ehtojen ja käytäntöjen mukaista.
BookshelfMonstrosity: Though much about these novels is dissimilar, both offer a historical Southern setting and a farcical trial that illuminates the small-minded nature of a town's inhabitants. Both atmospheric novels also feature young female protagonists who come of age under challenging circumstances.… (lisätietoja)
dmenon90: Similar marsh setting, young girl protagonist, complicated relationships with men, themes of danger and survival. But the Davidson book is magical realism.
BookshelfMonstrosity: Both coming of age stories are character driven and center on young women living on the outskirts of society. Vivid imagery of locales in the southern United States feature prominently.
shaunie: Both have a girl growing up in unusual, deprived circumstances at the centre of the story. My Absolute Darling, whilst flawed, is far better written.
The book that everyone is talking about - and I had to see for myself. Plus I wanted to see the movie, and whenever there’s a movie based on a book, I prefer reading the book first.
I loved the premise, a murder mystery, a historical coming of age story about a girl abandoned by her family and forced to rely only on herself living in the marsh, a celebration of nature, and the unique growing pains she goes through.
I enjoyed being on Kya’s journey with her and watching her grow from an abandoned, confused little girl to being a self-sufficient adult. It hurt to read about her getting hurt, but the few friends she makes along the way are true.
Not the biggest fan of the writing style, and the head hopping got a little confusing (though I don’t read much literary fiction so I don’t know if this is normal?) at times and I wasn’t a fan of the court scenes - felt jarring and out of place. It’s told in two timelines that eventually merge - one of Kya’s life, the other of the ongoing murder investigation of one of her ex-boyfriends, but markings of the year under each chapter prevents confusion.
Overall I’m glad she got her happy ending - though the end end throws in a twist I didn’t see coming. I’m looking forward to the movie! ( )
I finished reading this book over a week ago, and it is still on my mind. What a fantastic novel! It's a book I'll read again, just to dive into the subtle layers of the story.
Great, intriguing story about the will and heart of humankind! ( )
Where the Crawdads Sing completely swept me away! I devoured this book in just two days - I simply could not put it down. Delia Owens has crafted a masterful novel that I already know will remain in my heart and on my 'favorites' shelf for years to come.
The story follows the life of Kya, abandoned as a young girl to survive alone in the marshes of North Carolina. Scorned by the local townspeople, Kya learns to embrace her surroundings and thrive alongside the crawdads, seagulls, and fireflies. Her coming-of-age in solitude is both heartbreaking and beautiful.
I found myself completely transported to the marsh through Owens' vivid and lyrical writing. She brings the setting to life with stunning sensory details - I could hear the swaying grass, smell the muddy water, and feel the gritty sand beneath my toes. Kya is an unforgettable character, authentic and multi-dimensional. Her resilience, curiosity and connection to nature left me in awe.
The murder mystery that weaves through Kya's story had me racing through pages, desperate to uncover the truth. The courtroom scenes were riveting and offered the perfect dose of drama. But at its core, this book transcends genre - it's a poetic anthem to the wonders of the natural world, the mysteries of the human heart, and the healing power of acceptance. I lost myself in the beauty of the writing and Connection Kya finds through her swamp oasis.
Where the Crawdads Sing is an absolute masterpiece. My words can't adequately capture how this novel moved and inspired me. I highly recommend you explore its magic for yourself - you won't regret getting lost in the marshes!
Steeped in the rhythms and shadows of the coastal marshes of North Carolina’s Outer Banks, this fierce and hauntingly beautiful novel centers on...Kya’s heartbreaking story of learning to trust human connections, intertwine[d] with a gripping murder mystery, revealing savage truths. An astonishing debut.
A painfully beautiful first novel that is at once a murder mystery, a coming-of-age narrative and a celebration of nature....Owens here surveys the desolate marshlands of the North Carolina coast through the eyes of an abandoned child. And in her isolation that child makes us open our own eyes to the secret wonders—and dangers—of her private world.
lisäsi Dariah | muokkaaThe New York Times Book Review
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To Amanda, Margaret, and Barbara
Here’s to’d ya If I never see’d ya I never knowed ya. I see’d ya I knowed ya I loved ya, Forever.
Ensimmäiset sanat
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Marsh is not swamp.
Sitaatit
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Crows can't keep secrets any better than mud; once they see something curious in the forest they have to tell everybody.
"There are some who can live without wild things, and some who cannot."
The shack sat back from the palmettos, which sprawled across sand flats to a necklace of green lagoons and, in the distance, all the marsh beyond. Miles of blade-grass so tough it grew in salt water, interrupted only by trees so bent they wore the shape of the wind.
Mostly, the village seemed tired of arguing with the elements, and simply sagged.
The rain eased. A single drop, here then there, shook a leaf like the flick of a cat's ear.
Saltwater marsh, some say, can eat a cement block for breakfast.
Barkley Cove served its religion hard-boiled and deep-fried.
Kya bit her bottom lip as she watched. Wondering how it would feel to be among them. Their joy created an aura almost visible against the deepening sky.
The scattered encampment was in deep woods, back from the sea, with no breeze, and "more skeeters than the whole state of Jawja."
Finally, between dusk and dawn, that time when the shadows were unsure, she walked back toward the shack by way of the oak clearing.
A great blue heron is the color of gray mist reflecting in blue water.
Kya stood and walked into the night, into the creamy light of a three-quarter moon. The marsh's soft air fell silklike around her shoulders. The moonlight chose an unexpected path through the pines, laying shadows about in rhymes. She strolled like a sleepwalker as the moon pulled herself naked from the waters and climbed limb by limb through the oaks. The slick mud of the lagoon shore glowed in the intense light, and hundreds of fireflies dotted the woods.
Here in daylight, reality drifted ahead, waiting, and her throat dried.
Closing his eyes, he played "Shenandoah," his palm fluttering on the instrument like a bird trapped against glass. It was a lovely, plaintive sound, like a note from a faraway home.
With Chase, she felt exposed, as if someone were filleting her like a fish.
She laughed for his sake, something she'd never done. Giving away another piece of herself just to have someone else.
Like everyone else, he had heard stories about the Marsh Girl, and over the years had seen her occasionally, either drifting sleekly through waterways as part of the current or scurrying from the grocery like a coon from a rubbish bin.
She took her bedding to the beach and sat with the gulls. They paid her no mind, preening outstretched wings before settling down on the sand like feathered stones. As they chortled softly and tucked their heads for the night, she lay as close to them as she could get. But even among their soft cooing and ruffling, Kya couldn't sleep. Mostly she tossed from one side to the other, sitting up each time the wind mimicked footfalls.
Dawn surf roared on a slapping wind that stung her cheeks.
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I loved the premise, a murder mystery, a historical coming of age story about a girl abandoned by her family and forced to rely only on herself living in the marsh, a celebration of nature, and the unique growing pains she goes through.
I enjoyed being on Kya’s journey with her and watching her grow from an abandoned, confused little girl to being a self-sufficient adult. It hurt to read about her getting hurt, but the few friends she makes along the way are true.
Not the biggest fan of the writing style, and the head hopping got a little confusing (though I don’t read much literary fiction so I don’t know if this is normal?) at times and I wasn’t a fan of the court scenes - felt jarring and out of place. It’s told in two timelines that eventually merge - one of Kya’s life, the other of the ongoing murder investigation of one of her ex-boyfriends, but markings of the year under each chapter prevents confusion.
Overall I’m glad she got her happy ending - though the end end throws in a twist I didn’t see coming. I’m looking forward to the movie! (