Where the Crawdads Sing

by Delia Owens

“I wadn’t aware that words could hold so much. I didn’t know a sentence could be so full.”

“Yeah, we all got magnolia mouth, being from the North Carolina sticks, but we have to try.”

Nothing seemed too indecorous as long as the tick and the tock of life carried on. She knew this was not a dark side to Nature, just inventive ways to endure against all odds. Surely for humans there was more.

If anyone understood loneliness, the moon would.

For Kya, it was enough to be part of this natural sequence as sure as the tides. She was bonded to her planet and its life in a way few people are. Rooted solid in this earth. Born of this mother.