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dretnanich 's review for:
Wolf Hollow
by Lauren Wolk
adventurous
emotional
inspiring
mysterious
reflective
sad
tense
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
No
Although I fall in love with almost every book that I complete, not all become part of my permanent library. This is one that will.
My favorite quotes:
Prologue
...through that whole unsettling time I knew that it simply would not do to hide in the barn with a book and an apple and let events plunge forward without me. It would not do to turn twelve without earning my keep, and by that I meant my place, my small authority, the possibility that I would amount to something.
But there was more to it than that.
The year I turned twelve, I learned that what I said and what I did mattered.
So much, sometimes, that I wasn't sure I wanted such a burden.
But I took it anyway, and I carried it as best I could.
Pg. 228
And I decided that there might be things I would never understand, no matter how hard I tried. Though try I would.
And there would be people who would never hear my one small voice, no matter what that I had to say.
But then a better thought occurred, and this one I carried away with me that day: If my life was to be just a single note in an endless symphony, how could I not sound it out for as long and as loudly as I could?
Pg. 291
But the wind always swept my words away like cloud shadows, as if it mattered more that I said them, than who heard them.
And that is all right with me.
My favorite quotes:
Prologue
...through that whole unsettling time I knew that it simply would not do to hide in the barn with a book and an apple and let events plunge forward without me. It would not do to turn twelve without earning my keep, and by that I meant my place, my small authority, the possibility that I would amount to something.
But there was more to it than that.
The year I turned twelve, I learned that what I said and what I did mattered.
So much, sometimes, that I wasn't sure I wanted such a burden.
But I took it anyway, and I carried it as best I could.
Pg. 228
And I decided that there might be things I would never understand, no matter how hard I tried. Though try I would.
And there would be people who would never hear my one small voice, no matter what that I had to say.
But then a better thought occurred, and this one I carried away with me that day: If my life was to be just a single note in an endless symphony, how could I not sound it out for as long and as loudly as I could?
Pg. 291
But the wind always swept my words away like cloud shadows, as if it mattered more that I said them, than who heard them.
And that is all right with me.