I recently read Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens. I’ll start by saying I enjoyed it. Spoiler, I gave it 4/5 stars on Goodreads. My heart broke for Kya over and over. It swelled with pride when she figured out her own way and made the impossible happen. I swooned over Tate and raged at Chase.
It was a beautiful story, but my left-brained, overly analytical mind called bullshit over and over. In what world does a 6 year old live on their own? In what world does a 14 year told teach another read? In what world does a shoe-less, parent-less, dirty child walk into a grocery store and no one stops to call the police or get her help? In what world does this child grow into the respected woman she does? In what world does an abandoned child not turn into Nell for the rest of their life?
No, this doesn’t make sense.
I love a good story of perseverance and overcoming obstacles. Many of the strong women I know in my life (myself included) have overcome some really hard shit to make it to where they are. But there were adult guides along the way. I couldn’t quite give into the fantasy of this beautiful story. By the end I was rolling my eyes and calling bullshit repeatedly.
Listen, I still recommend it. But just prepare to suspend some belief in order to really get into the story. Also the murder mystery is basically non-existent and I called what happened to a friend of mine in the first 3 chapters. As far as the crime goes; predictable. As far as the rest of the story; unpredictable but hard to believe.
But you’ll feel the feels if you let yourself. Sometimes it means turning off that left-brain logic and enjoying a story for what it is. Just don’t think too hard – it kind of ruins the experience.