I really am a sucker for American fishing communities. Even the poorest people in the stories have such idyllic lives. (Pakicompare sa buhay third world, thanks.) I cannot for the life of me remember when I first read this, but the angst gets me every time. Wheeze is such a silly little girl, and I see so much of myself in her. Weren’t we all just silly little girls at one point? I think she’s the literary character I am most protective of. However, I am dissatisfied with the ending. Does history really have to repeat itself? But the biblical stuff was great, really. In conclusion (not that this review made any points): when a book makes you feel this many feelings, keep it, treasure it, never let it go. Even if those feelings are ugly and painful at times.
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