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A review by soilacanread_
Wolfsong by TJ Klune
5.0
My rating:
1. Writing Style ⭐
2. Plot ⭐
3. Worldbuilding ⭐
4. Characters ⭐
5. Un-put-downable-ness ⭐
Did you know me before I read this book? Because I'm a totally different person now. Let's arrange a coffee date for you to relearn me.
I.
Am.
Still.
Reeling.
I don't know what it was about this one. Maybe I'm so used to perfectly written stories. All the i's dotted and t's crossed. All the sentences fully stopped. All the thoughts finished and flowing like a calm wave on a sunny day. This was a storm. A tornado. A typhoon on a day the sun couldn't find its way out from the clouds. I didn't stand a chance.
Ox (short for Oxnard) is the protagonist. An awkward name for an awkward boy. He's slow and stupid, a sentiment drilled into him by his father. His father who abandoned him and his mother when he was still young. He has to be a man now. And men don't cry. His dad told him so. But when the house at the end of the lane, which has been unoccupied all his life, suddenly has newold tenants, 16-year-old Ox will learn that grown men can cry. And laugh. And have every emotion in between. The family that moves in plunges him into an unknown world. A scary one. An exciting one. Can Ox, stupid ol' Ox, make as big of an impact on their lives as they've made on his?
This story has everything. This story is everything. There was weakness and strength displayed here. And everything in between. A portrayal of the human condition.
Writing from from first person POV is tough. You really have to empathize with the characters and get into their heads. How would a child think? A pregnant woman? An old man? People with pasts and presents and futures, all that make their way of thinking vastly different? But when it's done right, it's gold. And this book is basically THE gold mine. How can you be so in touch with all your characters?
1. Writing Style ⭐
2. Plot ⭐
3. Worldbuilding ⭐
4. Characters ⭐
5. Un-put-downable-ness ⭐
We watched the stars.
They were so much bigger than we could ever hope to be.
Someone told me once that the light we see from them is hundreds of thousands of years old. That the star could already be dead and we’d never know it because it still looked alive. I thought that was a terrible thing. That the stars could lie.
Did you know me before I read this book? Because I'm a totally different person now. Let's arrange a coffee date for you to relearn me.
I.
Am.
Still.
Reeling.
I don't know what it was about this one. Maybe I'm so used to perfectly written stories. All the i's dotted and t's crossed. All the sentences fully stopped. All the thoughts finished and flowing like a calm wave on a sunny day. This was a storm. A tornado. A typhoon on a day the sun couldn't find its way out from the clouds. I didn't stand a chance.
Ox (short for Oxnard) is the protagonist. An awkward name for an awkward boy. He's slow and stupid, a sentiment drilled into him by his father. His father who abandoned him and his mother when he was still young. He has to be a man now. And men don't cry. His dad told him so. But when the house at the end of the lane, which has been unoccupied all his life, suddenly has new
This story has everything. This story is everything. There was weakness and strength displayed here. And everything in between. A portrayal of the human condition.
Writing from from first person POV is tough. You really have to empathize with the characters and get into their heads. How would a child think? A pregnant woman? An old man? People with pasts and presents and futures, all that make their way of thinking vastly different? But when it's done right, it's gold. And this book is basically THE gold mine. How can you be so in touch with all your characters?