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thepaperwitch 's review for:
A Pocketful of Crows
by Joanne M. Harris
Reviewed on Books Cats Tea
Where do I begin with this fabulous book?! The imagery and descriptions are poetic and flow so smoothly. Witness nature in all of its gore and glory meld with subtle-yet-mesmerizing magic. The book is balanced out with lovely illustrations as well as quotes and rhymes that begin each chapter to bring a depth and fullness to the small, simple book.
Following a fierce, isolated, girl who is one of the traveling folk, a shapeshifter of sorts, she is wild and one with nature. But her nature also makes her curious when she spies a noble boy riding near her territory and her life shifts with the new knowledge of knowing him and slowly letting him tame her. Betrayal and revenge go hand in hand with her need to reclaim and rewild herself, all leading up to the inevitability of curses and a newfound depth to her people and spirit.
A Pocketful of Crows has the hallmarks of a fairy tale in all its grit and grandeur and just makes my little pagan heart flutter. Naïveté lost, lessons learned, and righteous rage slip like silk across the pages. Seeded with folk lore, superstition, and magic, if ever there was such a thing as pagan inspirational fiction, this would be it.
Where do I begin with this fabulous book?! The imagery and descriptions are poetic and flow so smoothly. Witness nature in all of its gore and glory meld with subtle-yet-mesmerizing magic. The book is balanced out with lovely illustrations as well as quotes and rhymes that begin each chapter to bring a depth and fullness to the small, simple book.
Following a fierce, isolated, girl who is one of the traveling folk, a shapeshifter of sorts, she is wild and one with nature. But her nature also makes her curious when she spies a noble boy riding near her territory and her life shifts with the new knowledge of knowing him and slowly letting him tame her. Betrayal and revenge go hand in hand with her need to reclaim and rewild herself, all leading up to the inevitability of curses and a newfound depth to her people and spirit.
A Pocketful of Crows has the hallmarks of a fairy tale in all its grit and grandeur and just makes my little pagan heart flutter. Naïveté lost, lessons learned, and righteous rage slip like silk across the pages. Seeded with folk lore, superstition, and magic, if ever there was such a thing as pagan inspirational fiction, this would be it.
And William still does not understand why I cannot give him my name. ‘You must have a name,’ he says one day. ‘All God’s creatures have a name.’
But I am not one of his creatures. My people are older than your God. My people were here when these mountains were ice, and these valleys were nothing but streamlets running down from the glacier. I have been every bird, every beast, every insect you can name. And so I have no name of my own, and cannot be tamed or commanded.
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