I was ready for some fiction, and I picked up Where the Crawdads Sing out of curiosity. After seeing it pop up on “best book lists” everywhere, I wanted to know if it was as good as everyone said. Plus, one of Denver’s local bookstores was hosting a book club mid-January with this book as its pick of the month.
About the Book
Kya grows up in a shack in the marsh of North Carolina. She spends most of her time on her own and is left to fend for herself. Eventually she forms relationships with two boys, Tate and Chase.
The story bounces back and forth between when Kya was a young girl in the 1950s to several years later – a time where a boy from the town is found dead. The mystery behind his death unravels as the two time periods progress and eventually overlap with one another.
- I loved the writing style and pacing of this book. It includes quite a bit of poetry, beautiful words describing a wild land. Normally books that are heavy with lyrical writing and description lose me. But every description added to the storyline and there wasn’t a lot of flowery writing bogging down the pace of the book
- I read the first third of this book over a few nights. And then I couldn’t put it down. I read the remaining two-thirds in one night. And I was sad when it was over.
- Books that spark emotion really hook me. And this book has plenty of emotion – some parts even brought me to tears.
- At first, this seemed like a lonely story and life for Kya. She was all alone and isolated, but she used that time to make something of herself – for herself. I can’t imagine what her life would’ve been like if she didn’t have the creative outlets that she discovers over time.
- What’s one word I would use to describe this book, Kya, and her story? Self-reliance.
Capable of deeds
The mind cannot conceive.
The heart dictates as well as feels.
How else can you explain
The path I have taken,
That you have taken
The long way through this pass?”
Kya remembered Ma always encouraging her to explore the marsh: “Go as far as you can — way out yonder where the crawdads sing.”