Ratings8
Average rating3.4
I turned the final page, closed the cover, and hugged the book to my chest. I pulled it tighter and tighter as the tears silently flowed down my cheeks. My heart aches for the friends I met within those pages. It aches for their stories and the beautiful prose. It aches because no other words could ever describe it.
While beautifully written, some writers just want to say more, even at the expense of their audience. With Wild Beauty, the story became exhaustive, pages spent reiterating the same point(poignantly, I should add). Imaginative story to illustrate that, yes indeed, Love grows such strange things.
I've had a hard time getting into magical realism in the past, but the YA format definitely helped to make this accessible. The writing is lush and beautiful, but that beauty seemed to soften the emotional climaxes of the book. There's depth to the ending, but I'm not sure the plot leading up to it adequately built that depth. That said, I did enjoy this book overall.