This is my very first Goodreads review, and I will try to keep it spoiler-free, but I am sad to say it will not be a review glowing with praise. Don't get me wrong: I LOVE Charles de Lint. His characters and stories have made me cry, gasp, dread, laugh, and feel things on a visceral level that had me thinking, this guy gets it. This guy gets ME. He has written such strong and charismatic and deep women in the past: Jilly, Sophie, Isabelle (who is mentioned in this book), Saskia, and many more. It's clear he respects women, talks to women, and most importantly, listens to them when they speak.
But this book does not have that power. In three words, it's a mess.
I know I am in the minority here. It was overwhelming to see the plethora of five-star reviews, and I am glad that many people got what de Lint was trying to do here. But the magic wasn't in it for me with this one. I can certainly say this book doesn't let up in the action, and the plot is intricate to the point of impressive, but even at the end, when he did manage to tie everything up and where a little of that feeling of a de Lint novel began to creep into it for me...it was too late. I think it was just too much, too tangled, to the point that it was hard to get into the story or attached to anyone. Steve and Leah I liked. S'itala as well, and Aggie was cool, though perhaps a little hard to read (I liked her backstory, though). But it was such a dizzying plot that I had a hard time rooting myself ANYWHERE. There were also several points of view that flitted in and out for convenience, and it added to the vertigo for me. They didn't seem needed. Several of the side-plots didn't seem needed. It was just too many characters, too much story, and not enough focus. That was my problem with this novel.
And honestly, the character of Sadie was so unlikeable for me (and I am damn forgiving with unpleasant characters, normally) that her actions at the beginning of the book and her absolute lack of remorse over them almost had me shut the cover and quit right then. I just could not believe this girl's thoughts; she came off as sociopathic--and heck, maybe she is. But the single appearance of the supposed source of her problem at the beginning wasn't enough for me to buy that she was that uncaring for others. The biggest issue, though, was that I just didn't want to be in her head. I didn't want to listen to her spew her hate or hear her heartless talk. And though she does redeem herself at the end, it was too little too late for me to feel anything for her other than relief--and that was mainly that her presence dropped off.
I get that this is supposed to be a book which goes from a snowball to an avalanche because one person's actions can effect many other people when we're careless, and also that we have to find ourselves, or figure out how to do that. But that was layered under some weird stuff, much of which felt shallow and contrived (which is so weird for me to be saying about a de Lint novel) that it gets lost in the muck. For me, the Wind in his Heart scattered its points a little too far afield for me to find it cohesive or engaging.