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Cadie Kessler has spent decades trying to cover up one truth. One moment. But deep down, didn’t she always know her secret would surface?
An urgent message from her long-estranged best friend Daniela Garcia brings Cadie, now a forestry researcher, back to her childhood home. There, Cadie and Daniela are forced to face a dark secret that ended both their idyllic childhood bond and the magical summer that takes up more space in Cadie’s memory then all her other years combined.
Now grown up, bound by long-held oaths, and faced with truths she does not wish to see, Cadie must decide what she is willing to sacrifice to protect the people and the forest she loves, as drought, foreclosures, and wildfire spark tensions between displaced migrant farm workers and locals.
Waiting for the Night Song is a love song to the natural beauty around us, a call to fight for what we believe in, and a reminder that the truth will always rise.
An urgent message from her long-estranged best friend Daniela Garcia brings Cadie, now a forestry researcher, back to her childhood home. There, Cadie and Daniela are forced to face a dark secret that ended both their idyllic childhood bond and the magical summer that takes up more space in Cadie’s memory then all her other years combined.
Now grown up, bound by long-held oaths, and faced with truths she does not wish to see, Cadie must decide what she is willing to sacrifice to protect the people and the forest she loves, as drought, foreclosures, and wildfire spark tensions between displaced migrant farm workers and locals.
Waiting for the Night Song is a love song to the natural beauty around us, a call to fight for what we believe in, and a reminder that the truth will always rise.
This is another book I suggest reading to absorb the story instead of rushing to uncover the secrets, as I said about Where the Crawdads Sing. The writing is heartbreakingly scripted, beautifully written. At times I was taking deep, slow breaths to relax and engross myself in the descriptions of the Earth. Even if you aren't an environmental advocate, this book makes you stop and take a true look at what we are losing; also what we have.
Descriptions like, "Horizontal lines in the granite recorded time, a hundred thousand years between lines of crystallized minerals. Climbing her mountains meant traveling through time, treading on scars of each millennia."
At the cost of sounding like one of those people who stand in front of an art piece and blab about the metaphors and allegories, even after the artist said their weren't any, I'm still going to say it. (Mainly because, isn't art, writing included, one of those things that you see the way you see it because of your own thoughts?) Here goes: I wasn't as interested in the actual secrets as I was in taking my time to enjoy the overall story. I didn't feel the expected angst at the coming answers as much as I felt the metaphor that the journey had the with the Earth. This quote especially brought home environmental truths as much as Cadie's own truths and secrets:
"All the other creatures had fled. The mice, spiders, crickets, squirrels. The silence they left behind hurt. The owl sat on a charred branch. Its home had been in these woods. Its mottled brown and amber stood out in stark contrast to the black and gray backdrop. Exposed without camouflage, the great bird blinked at Cadie and pulled its square head lower into its shoulders. Its whole body shuddered, as if shaking off a bad memory."
"She pressed sooty earth over the seeds and looked up at the clouds brewing overhead. The truth can be buried, crushed, or burnt, but it will always rise."
I felt the distress for the Earth. I also felt the hope.
Thanks to Forge Books and NetGalley for the ARC in exchange for my honest review.
Descriptions like, "Horizontal lines in the granite recorded time, a hundred thousand years between lines of crystallized minerals. Climbing her mountains meant traveling through time, treading on scars of each millennia."
At the cost of sounding like one of those people who stand in front of an art piece and blab about the metaphors and allegories, even after the artist said their weren't any, I'm still going to say it. (Mainly because, isn't art, writing included, one of those things that you see the way you see it because of your own thoughts?) Here goes: I wasn't as interested in the actual secrets as I was in taking my time to enjoy the overall story. I didn't feel the expected angst at the coming answers as much as I felt the metaphor that the journey had the with the Earth. This quote especially brought home environmental truths as much as Cadie's own truths and secrets:
"All the other creatures had fled. The mice, spiders, crickets, squirrels. The silence they left behind hurt. The owl sat on a charred branch. Its home had been in these woods. Its mottled brown and amber stood out in stark contrast to the black and gray backdrop. Exposed without camouflage, the great bird blinked at Cadie and pulled its square head lower into its shoulders. Its whole body shuddered, as if shaking off a bad memory."
"She pressed sooty earth over the seeds and looked up at the clouds brewing overhead. The truth can be buried, crushed, or burnt, but it will always rise."
I felt the distress for the Earth. I also felt the hope.
Thanks to Forge Books and NetGalley for the ARC in exchange for my honest review.