I just finished reading Where the Crawdads Sing, the current wunderkind of the NY Times’ Best Sellers List. It’s been listed Number One for weeks; no, months.
Bottom line: I liked it. A lot. It’s a perfect summer read. A coming of age story. A murder mystery. And many lessons about our planet’s natural resources.
At the same time, I have quibbles. The end seems made for a Hollywood movie, and I understand that Reese Witherspoon is involved in one. The two halves – called The Marsh and The Swamp – are written in two different tones. The first is luscious, rich in description of the world of Kya, the protagonist. The second is a la Grisham, as a court case evolves. There have been public complaints that these halves don’t mesh. But I say they do, given the locale of each. The first is purely natural; the second man-made.
And then there’s the twist at the end. It resolves a lot of questions but is unfair to the reader’s allegiance to Kya. I almost wish the author had left the issue of how Chase Andrews died as an ellipsis instead of a period.