Where the Crawdads Sing

by Delia Owens

There are some who can live without wild things, and some who cannot.’”

“Go as far as you can—way out yonder where the crawdads sing.”

“Am I your girlfriend now?” she asked. He smiled. “Do you want to be?” “Yes.” “You might be too young,” he said. “But I know feathers. I bet the other girls don’t know feathers.” “All right, then.” And he kissed her again.

Within all the worlds of biology, she searched for an explanation of why a mother would leave her offspring.

Brandon