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A review by jiden
Wolf Hollow by Lauren Wolk
3.0
When I was in third grade, I looked at the bookcase that divided the third grade classroom from the fourth grade classroom and decided I would read it. The bookcase. And I did. (Goodreads friends, it should not surprise you that 9 year-old Jenna was peak geek.)
I read just about every book on the shelves, which meant a lot of dusty books set in the first half of the twentieth century. (Did you catch that detail about the third grade singular classroom being divided from the fourth grade singular classroom by a bookcase set back against a side wall? Yeah, we did not have a well-stocked modern library.)
Why is all of this relevant? Because I felt like I'd already read Wolf Hollow.
Some of the plot details were inventive, sure, but it just felt like one of the musty third grade books, with a splash of Boo Radley. Perhaps it's been so lauded recently because such books have become rare. Maybe I just read a weird amount of them. But I couldn't quite shake the feeling that I already knew Annabelle and Betty.
I read just about every book on the shelves, which meant a lot of dusty books set in the first half of the twentieth century. (Did you catch that detail about the third grade singular classroom being divided from the fourth grade singular classroom by a bookcase set back against a side wall? Yeah, we did not have a well-stocked modern library.)
Why is all of this relevant? Because I felt like I'd already read Wolf Hollow.
Some of the plot details were inventive, sure, but it just felt like one of the musty third grade books, with a splash of Boo Radley. Perhaps it's been so lauded recently because such books have become rare. Maybe I just read a weird amount of them. But I couldn't quite shake the feeling that I already knew Annabelle and Betty.