![]() ![]() It begins with a summer visit in 1988, and finally a bug-eyed 16-year-old like me, with my pale eyes and unusual head, can start living. I’m yanked out of a torrid, bullied childhood in New York and transplanted to the Maine coastline where my parents have inherited my uncle Vernon’s cottage. I’m not sure I got a fair deal but what I will say is that my life in this story starts well. It’s a book that examines how characters are trapped by the stories they’re in, confined to lives delineated by writers, or whomever is in control of the narrative. ![]() ![]() My time in Catriona Ward‘s book depicts all the facets of my life – joy and love, loneliness and despair, fear and anger. Before that, my prison was more substantial and somewhat of a labyrinth, although perhaps telling you that Looking Glass Sound was like a prison is a white lie. Help! I’m Wilder Harlow and I’m trapped in this review. ![]()
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