Book review - Wild Blues

Title: Wild Blues
Author: Beth Kephart
Genre: realistic fiction
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Rating:

not exactly thrilling

Summary (provided by publisher): Thirteen-year-old Lizzie’s favorite place in the world is her uncle’s cabin. Uncle Davy’s renovated schoolhouse cabin, filled with antiques and on the edge of the Adirondacks, disconnected from the rest of the world, is like something out of a fairy tale. And an escape from reality is exactly what Lizzie needs. Life hasn’t been easy for Lizzie lately. Her father abandoned their family, leaving Lizzie with her oftentimes irresponsible mother. Now, her mom has cancer and being unable to care for Lizzie during her chemotherapy, Mom asks her where she’d like to spend the summer. The answer is simple: Uncle Davy’s cabin.
Lizzie loves her uncle’s home for many reasons, but the main one is Matias, Uncle Davy’s neighbor and Lizzie’s best friend. Matias has proportionate dwarfism, but that doesn’t stop him and Lizzie from wandering in the woods. Every day they go to their favorite nook where Matias paints with watercolors and Lizzie writes. Until one day when Matias never arrives.
When news breaks about two escaped convicts from the nearby prison, Lizzie fears the worst. And when Uncle Davy goes missing, too, Lizzie knows she’s the only one who knows this area of woods well enough to save them. Armed with her trusted Keppy survival book, Lizzie sets out into the wilds of the Adirondacks, proving just how far she’ll go to save the people she loves.

My opinion: This is not a traditional narrative. It's presented as the protagonist relaying a tale to some, initially unidentified, listener. Thus, she of ten speaks to the listener directly, telling the facts of events rather than putting the reader in the moment. The story unravels slowly, through somewhat dispassionately, and not in chronological order. We have escaped convicts and a child lost in the woods. It could be pulse pounding but instead its sort of quiet and contemplative.

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