A review by starryeved
A Pocketful of Crows by Joanne M. Harris

3.0

I have no name. The travelling folk have neither name nor master. When I die, no stone will be laid. No flowers will be scattered. When I die, I will become a thousand creatures: beetles, worms. And so I shall travel on, for ever, till the End of the Worlds. This is the fate of the travelling folk. We would not have it otherwise.

What a quaint folk tale! Such whimsical language, such fanciful narration.

A Pocketful of Crows is a modern fairy tale about an unnamed girl of the wild who, upon falling in love with a village boy, spirals further and further into the restricted and forbidding world of the tamed. And it must take a wild journey for her to escape--and exact her revenge.

Very lovely and quick to read. The language is the talk of fairy tales at their finest and most delicate. Thoroughly enjoyable.