Rocklin, CA, United States | Member Since 2004
I love the William Kent Kreuger books, if for no other reason that the setting is nearly home territory for me. As a kid, I spent summers in this area, so I can picture most of the places he mentions. One thing surprised me -- at a couple of points, Kreuger has his characters swimming for hour after hour in Lake of the Woods. Seems to me that even in summer, that water was pretty darn cold. I cede to his greater knowledge, I guess, over my memory. But really? Could all these people, non-professional swimmers -- not trained, not the kind of people who regularly challenge the English Channel or San Francisco Bay -- really be able to spend hours in that water without ill effects? I wonder about that.
Then too, usually these books are totally engrossing, I'm always completely unable to find a place to stop. This one wasn't that, so much. A different kind of book. It had its moments, certainly, but there was more emphasis here on the nature of love and belonging than there was on creating a thriller. Or so I thought. Still, a good book -- Christians and lovers of Indian lore will love it, certainly.
Others have criticized the narrator -- and I have to say I sympathize a bit. Certainly the attempt at a Minnesota accent went flat, and I cringed all the way through at his odd pronounciation of the word "baby", a word that seemed to appear in darn near every sentence. (Who can possibly manage to mispronounce that word?) By the end, though, I'd come to terms with it.
All in all, I'd buy it again. Not quite a standard Kreuger, but plenty fine, anyway.
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