My mom, who I rarely am ever on the same wavelength with book-wise, bought this for me. She said she loved it and wanted to share it with me. I didn't even read the summary; I just read it.

And I am so glad I did.

It's been so long since I lost myself in a good book. The poetic prose hooked me immediately with the nature imagery. I loved and related with Kya so much. I loved how the narrative bounced back and forth between present and past. I SCREAMED during that last chapter with that final reveal, because even though I assumed it halfway through the book, there was something cathartic about basking in said reveal.

Everything felt alive. I laughed, I panicked, I cried. Even when sections were predictable, I continued to second guess what I thought I knew. That uncertainty kept me turning the pages.

Yeah, there were a few hiccups. Like some of the details that should have been pointed out earlier don't come up until later or vice versa. The dialogue felt stilted now and then. But aside from that? The whimsical elements made me excited to read and see what happened next. It was like a blend of Fried Green Tomatoes and Beasts of the Southern Wild. I absolutely adore this book.