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3.73 AVERAGE
3.73 AVERAGE
informative
reflective
medium-paced
The way Berry weaves memoir, history, folklore, and zoology of wolves is truly impressive. The questions of who is predator and who is prey at times is striking. This book help me understand what being a woman feels like is a world of sexual violence toward women.
All of the sections of her personal story do not lend to the thesis of fear she is building and the book really meanders and lags at times. The writing is beautiful but the books feels a little long and needs more focusing.
All of the sections of her personal story do not lend to the thesis of fear she is building and the book really meanders and lags at times. The writing is beautiful but the books feels a little long and needs more focusing.
adventurous
informative
reflective
medium-paced
adventurous
challenging
dark
hopeful
informative
reflective
medium-paced
informative
reflective
medium-paced
informative
medium-paced
informative
medium-paced
i wanted this to be more directly about wolves than it was. but still an interesting societal critique.
informative
reflective
slow-paced
This was an incredibly disappointing read. With descriptions promising that the author would bring "her own research of the wolf and experience as a woman", I expected a very different book than what I got.
While Erica Berry does, minimally, weave the story of a wolf into historical events, I would not categorise this work as a piece of non-fiction. Instead, I find it is very much focused on the structure of a memoir.
I admit that I struggled to finish this book, I found the prose meandering, pushing unnecessarily for an academic style in some places that left it feeling disjointed and difficult to navigate.
It is possible that the author was attempting to juggle so much at once that it became convoluted, and I am still not entirely sure what it is that I was supposed to take away from it.
The greatest disservice to this work, however, is the lack of what was promised: the wolf. There was a much needed intensive dive into the wolves, far greater than what was attempted here for this to be suitable to the connection of the title and premise.
My thanks go to the publisher for kindly sending me a copy to review.
While Erica Berry does, minimally, weave the story of a wolf into historical events, I would not categorise this work as a piece of non-fiction. Instead, I find it is very much focused on the structure of a memoir.
I admit that I struggled to finish this book, I found the prose meandering, pushing unnecessarily for an academic style in some places that left it feeling disjointed and difficult to navigate.
It is possible that the author was attempting to juggle so much at once that it became convoluted, and I am still not entirely sure what it is that I was supposed to take away from it.
The greatest disservice to this work, however, is the lack of what was promised: the wolf. There was a much needed intensive dive into the wolves, far greater than what was attempted here for this to be suitable to the connection of the title and premise.
My thanks go to the publisher for kindly sending me a copy to review.
I really disliked this book. It started out okay - but the writing (while good) was grating and the narrator (again, while good) added to my growing dislike as the book progressed.
I can't even pinpoint what exactly I dislike about this book. As others have noted, the writing often feels disjointed. As if you're lurching from one thing to the next. And there is much more memoir here than I expected. While I love a good memoir, this was not it. At all. Reflecting on this book, I think this is a case of an author trying something different and falling flat. It just didn't work and, while I finished it, it was mostly out of spite. The idea of this book is so good! I'm a big fan of wolves and I always love reading societal critiques, but I felt like this had none of that. I wish I could burn it from my memory. It wasn't worth reading to the end.
I can't even pinpoint what exactly I dislike about this book. As others have noted, the writing often feels disjointed. As if you're lurching from one thing to the next. And there is much more memoir here than I expected. While I love a good memoir, this was not it. At all. Reflecting on this book, I think this is a case of an author trying something different and falling flat. It just didn't work and, while I finished it, it was mostly out of spite. The idea of this book is so good! I'm a big fan of wolves and I always love reading societal critiques, but I felt like this had none of that. I wish I could burn it from my memory. It wasn't worth reading to the end.