Narrated by Rebecca Soler
Audiobook rating : 5 stars
Book rating : 4 stars
Once upon a time, there were four young girls and a man named Mother, the wolves we called family, a tree we called a castle, and the forest we called home. We were a part of the magic of it all.
Until, one day, the spells were broken.
One day, the castle fell.
One day, we left the only home we had ever known, and our beloved wilderness betrayed us.
Once upon a time, we were the wilderness.
And then, we were caged.
I will start with praise for the audiobook and narrator. This was one of the best experience I had , I was hooked from the minute the audiobook started till the end. It seldom happens. Many a times I zone out and audiobook keeps on playing in the background and I have to rewind to understand what was happening. This did not happen with this book.
Now coming to the book, it's a debut novel but it doesn't feel like one how the prose and the storyline flows smoothly. I must congratulate Madeline Claire Franklin for the beautiful experience that this book offered which was beyond words. For example, these are my favorite lines from the very start of the book —
We were a part of the wilderness and all it contains. We were a part of the magic in the unfurling of new leaves, the power that cleaved the world when lightning cracked the sky. We were a part of the spiral dance of life and death; the wonder of light dancing on the water and leaves on the wind; the mystery of seedlings and cool black earth; the beauty of decay, the violence of life. We were a part of the magic of it all.
Until, one day, the spells were broken.
One day, the castle fell.
One day, we left the only home we had ever known, and our beloved wilderness betrayed us.
There are moments the book where it was slow but most book was full of adrenaline pumped up scenes and the narrator did amazing job while narrating those. I wish the end was little better but it was satisfactory. The book starts with Eden's story which later gets intertwined with story of wild girls she stumbled upon while working as a ranger. The bond she shares with the girls is inexplicable. These women, they are strong and powerful beyond imagination and they don't even know it. It is evident from everything that this book is.
There are some things which are left unanswered, which left me feeling a little bereft, otherwise everything, almost everything about this book was perfect.
Thank you dreamscape select | zando young readers and Netgalley for the wonderful ALC in exchange of an honest review.
Some quotes from the book including dedication (first two)
This book is dedicated to a twelve-year-old girl who has just spent her life savings on her very first personal computer in the hopes of writing her novels a little bit faster. She is probably pacing her bedroom floor in a cardboard crown and novelty sunglasses, trying to figure out the best way to start the next chapter.
Stay weird, kid. And stay wild.
fiction is often a harmonic of our lived reality, passed through several filters, sharpened and balanced, the noise cut away to create a satisfying narrative melody.
Mother was our heart, the castle our bones. Together, they held us upright through every storm. In the wilderness, we lived in perfect rhythm and harmony, like the wilderness itself.
ONCE UPON A TIME, THERE was the wilderness. There was violent beauty and devastating calm. There were clouds in migration, the punishing sunshine, the gemstone sky.
because she is starving for human touch—to feel just a tiny bit connected to someone in this world.But Eden has known for quite some time now that the hunger for human touch is the most dangerous appetite of all.
When words are true, they hold great power,“But when a name is true, it holds the greatest power of all.”
But pity is more than just the reaction of someone who cares—it is also the reaction of someone who is powerless.
She finds it exhausting to constantly think about how she interacts with the world: where she is looking, what her face is doing, whether she is allowed to move or is expected to remain still. She finds it exhausting to be so aware of herself.
In the wilderness, she just was. Her sisters just were. They lived their lives with minimal effort, only instinct and understanding. They built fires when they were cold and swam in the creek when they were warm. They ate when they were hungry and drank when they were thirsty, slept when they were tired and woke when they were finished dreaming.
It seems to Epiphanie that the way of this world is to disconnect from all that is easy and natural. Cover your body so it cannot feel the sun’s rays or the shadows of clouds or the sparkle of starlight. Cover your feet so they cannot touch the sacred earth or feel the running of the deer in the woods or the worms in the dirt. Strip the oils from your body so all record of your day is lost, so that you are unnaturally clean and unprotected, then protect yourself with things that come from a plastic tube or bottle. Eat by the clock, sleep by the clock, wake by the clock.
Freedom is not something we had a word for, before, It was just how we lived. We may no longer be caged or medicated now, but we are not free. I fear we may never truly be free again.
WHENEVER A WOMAN IS DECLARED dangerous, there is always a man eager to subdue her. Whether it’s because he can’t stand the idea of a woman with power, or he can’t stand the idea of a woman having more power than him, Rhi doesn’t know.
Something on Grace’s face tells Rhi she knows where this is going, because this is where a story like this always goes. This is why people were so certain Mother was abusing the girls, why even now people insist the girls have only suppressed their abuse: it’s more shocking that a man alone in the woods with four young girls wasn’t a sexual predator than if he had been.
Sunder thinks she loves them back—and is that not amazing, how the idea of family can grow and change? Is it not incredible how love can appear where there was none before?
And she worries. This world is so full of monsters that they have come to look like human beings.