Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens

Dates Read: September 8, 2022 – September 14, 2022
Publication Date: August 14, 2018
Source: Owned paperback


I’m going to start with a quote lifted DIRECTLY from this book that I feel describes this book perfectly. It’s literally all you need to know…

“Oh that’s a long boring story. Mostly I sold mussels, oysters, and smoked fish to Jumpin’.”

There you have it. That’s the book. Ok, well, that’s part one anyway.

Part one: Kya is abandoned by her entire family. Her father is abusive. She starts cooking grits and mussels and selling what she could/didn’t need to Jumpin’, the keeper of the marina where boaters come in for fuel and food.

Part two: A murder trial takes place in court and eventually… the verdict.

Ok, so there. THAT’S it. That’s the book.

“Please don’t talk to me about isolation. No one has to tell me how it changes a person. I have lived it. I am isolation.”

There are some little romance tidbits sprinkled in there but that’s basically it. I sat and read descriptions of the marsh and the landscape and the bugs that flew by. I read about bird feathers and sea shells. I read about the way the marsh grass moves.

Not really my thing.

I did appreciate the way the author stayed consistent with Kya and her personality. Someone who has been living alone and taking care of themselves since they were 6 years old would certainly shy away from the general public and act odd around other people. However, in other aspects of the story, there were inconsistencies that I was just supposed to accept and believe could happen in the short amount of time that they happened.

I’m still giving this book a three-star rating solely for the one paragraph at the end of the book that made me chuckle. Not because I was surprised. Just because of the way things were revealed in the end.

I guess when I see that a book has gone into Reese’s Book Club, I should just skip it. I’m currently 2 for 2!

That’s really all I’ve got you guys.

I also feel compelled to tell you that I just had déjà vu. That was weird.

Until next time!

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