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3.91 AVERAGE
3.91 AVERAGE
dark
mysterious
sad
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Complicated
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Complicated
challenging
mysterious
reflective
sad
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
Complicated
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
This one was tough to rate. While the writing style and structure worked for me (and I appreciated the narrators), the parts that briefly touch on colonialism don't quite land. The line, "Sometimes silence is better than the wrong person speaking," kept coming back to me. Why use the suffering of First Nations children, families, and communities to root the intergenerational trauma of a white family at all then? This article better articulates this point.
When everything comes to a head and it all makes sense, that catharsis, is so good. This book does that so well, touching on the ugly bits of Australia and the beautiful bits of death and grief
#gifted
“This is a ghost story, a love story, and a reckoning.”
Max dies suddenly and finds himself tethered to the London flat he shared with Hannah, watching the woman he loved unravel beneath the weight of her grief, and realising, too late, how much he never truly saw.
What follows is a quiet unravelling and an elegant haunting. The Echoes drifts between present-day London and the scorched stillness of rural Australia, slipping between perspectives and timelines with lyrical ease. At its heart is Hannah, complex, wounded, and shaped by a past she tried to outrun.
The title nods to her childhood home, but echoes of a different kind ripple through every page: the disowned sister no one talks about, the photograph that captures a moment innocence was lost, and the deep scars left by Australia’s brutal treatment of its Indigenous peoples.
This is a novel about what we carry. The traumas we inherit. The people we lose. The things we never say. And yet for all the heaviness, Wyld never lets the story sink under its own weight. There’s light here too. Beauty. A strange kind of comfort. Even a flicker of hope.
Wyld’s prose is spare but charged. The structure—fragmented, fluid, ghosted by silence—is masterfully done. Every thread pulled taut, every reveal well-earned. The story gathers like a storm and leaves behind something quietly devastating.
I inhaled it.
Huge thanks to the publisher for sending a copy my way. As always, my opinions are entirely my own.
“This is a ghost story, a love story, and a reckoning.”
Max dies suddenly and finds himself tethered to the London flat he shared with Hannah, watching the woman he loved unravel beneath the weight of her grief, and realising, too late, how much he never truly saw.
What follows is a quiet unravelling and an elegant haunting. The Echoes drifts between present-day London and the scorched stillness of rural Australia, slipping between perspectives and timelines with lyrical ease. At its heart is Hannah, complex, wounded, and shaped by a past she tried to outrun.
The title nods to her childhood home, but echoes of a different kind ripple through every page: the disowned sister no one talks about, the photograph that captures a moment innocence was lost, and the deep scars left by Australia’s brutal treatment of its Indigenous peoples.
This is a novel about what we carry. The traumas we inherit. The people we lose. The things we never say. And yet for all the heaviness, Wyld never lets the story sink under its own weight. There’s light here too. Beauty. A strange kind of comfort. Even a flicker of hope.
Wyld’s prose is spare but charged. The structure—fragmented, fluid, ghosted by silence—is masterfully done. Every thread pulled taut, every reveal well-earned. The story gathers like a storm and leaves behind something quietly devastating.
I inhaled it.
Huge thanks to the publisher for sending a copy my way. As always, my opinions are entirely my own.
challenging
emotional
sad
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
challenging
dark
emotional
sad
emotional
reflective
sad
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
adventurous
dark
emotional
mysterious
reflective
sad
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes