Where the Crawdads Sing

by Delia Owens

this here’s the startin’ of all life, and only a woman can do it. You’re a woman now, baby.”

Beautiful to highlight the miracle of life and how it is a privilege unique to women

Tate remembered his dad’s definition of a man: one who can cry freely, feel poetry and opera in his heart, and do whatever it takes to defend a woman.

Beautiful

late afternoon, he took her hand and looked at her. “Will you marry me, Kya?” “We are married. Like the geese,” she said.

“Lawd, he loved ya like his own dawder,” Mabel said.

“I know,” Kya said, “and he was my pa.”