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Prodigal Summer
by Barbara Kingsolver
OH, oh. How I absolutely adored this one.
How funny that Barbara Kingsolver, a native of Kentucky, was a name that escaped my notice and was recommended instead by a Brit, when I'm thousands of miles away in a different country. How right she was to suggest it to me--this book ticked all the boxes for me. It taught me things--it provoked a flurry of emotions--and it made me stop and appreciate the sheer beauty of nature, all in Kingsolver's beautiful hand.
Lusa sat still and marveled: This is how moths speak to each other. They tell their love across the fields by scent. There is no mouth, the wrong words are impossible, either a mate is there or he’s not, and if so the pair will find each other in the dark.
As a child that grew up running loose in the hills of Tennessee, but one who went on to study biology and agriculture, this book was an absolute marvel to me. So many aspects of the war of nature vs. humans are looked at within, all beautifully portrayed. The struggle of modern farming--the war on large predators--city folk vs country. But it's not just that, a book about nature and farming communities. It's a book about people, about family, about finding one's place, and the connections that exist between us all. I can't tell a lie, this book brought me to tears a few times, and made me laugh out loud at others.
She laid the side of her face against his frail old heart, where the pink shell of her ear could capture whatever song it had left.
It was only when I reached the end of this book as well in audiobook form that the wonderful southern diction was revealed as being read by Kingsolver herself! What a reading voice she has!
In conclusion: an absolute beauty. Who knew this one would muscle its way into my favourites so quickly.
How funny that Barbara Kingsolver, a native of Kentucky, was a name that escaped my notice and was recommended instead by a Brit, when I'm thousands of miles away in a different country. How right she was to suggest it to me--this book ticked all the boxes for me. It taught me things--it provoked a flurry of emotions--and it made me stop and appreciate the sheer beauty of nature, all in Kingsolver's beautiful hand.
Lusa sat still and marveled: This is how moths speak to each other. They tell their love across the fields by scent. There is no mouth, the wrong words are impossible, either a mate is there or he’s not, and if so the pair will find each other in the dark.
As a child that grew up running loose in the hills of Tennessee, but one who went on to study biology and agriculture, this book was an absolute marvel to me. So many aspects of the war of nature vs. humans are looked at within, all beautifully portrayed. The struggle of modern farming--the war on large predators--city folk vs country. But it's not just that, a book about nature and farming communities. It's a book about people, about family, about finding one's place, and the connections that exist between us all. I can't tell a lie, this book brought me to tears a few times, and made me laugh out loud at others.
She laid the side of her face against his frail old heart, where the pink shell of her ear could capture whatever song it had left.
It was only when I reached the end of this book as well in audiobook form that the wonderful southern diction was revealed as being read by Kingsolver herself! What a reading voice she has!
In conclusion: an absolute beauty. Who knew this one would muscle its way into my favourites so quickly.