“It seems a lifetime ago that I spoke freely at all”
Kent conjures up a cold, claustrophobic, state where death
lurks and the reader is slowly drawn into a mysterious story of love, lust,
violence and punishment. Quaint village life ruled by religious stricture draws
a curtain over human passions and the truth.
Locally this tale has taken out a number of prizes and was
shortlisted for the Bailey’s Women’s Prize for Fiction in 2014. I have the
lovely Nicki to thank for lending me a copy. Thanks again Nicki, I'm sure there will be another care package of books back to you soon.
While I admire aspects of the story, something just grated
with me. Perhaps a longing for warmer climbs or more positive circumstances in
a world full of constant woe ( well on the television at any rate). Still, it
certainly is worth a read and made for a
perfect companion on a train trip.
4 out of 5 remote villages are deadly places… midsommer
anyone?
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