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272 pages, Paperback
First published August 31, 2013
“I saw life choked out, squeezed out of my young friend. Saw the lights in her eyes extinguished by a pair of hands, hands so filthy they soiled the triangle lace of her dress collar.
Whose hands they were, I couldn’t see.
I watched her lose her breath forever while I sat in the willow tree holding mine, lest he find me, too, and his hands press into my soft neck like dirty boots into new-fallen snow."
I run away, fleeing down the street, so my tears can fall in privacy.
Judith disappeared from her home for two years, held captive by a hermit. Then she was allowed to return ... with half her tongue cut out. She is shunned by the townsfolk, and even her mother won't let her speak. She can only think, addressing her thoughts to Lucas, the boy she has loved since she was a baby. But one day the town is attacked. Judith is forced to literally revisit her past, setting off a chain of events which leads to secrets revealed -- and a voice regained.I was very curious about this book, as Julie Berry's previous two books were more middle-grade-level high fantasies. This is a huge departure from those, from what I can tell -- much more mature and much darker.
”No one calls me by my name.This book couldn’t decide what time period it wanted to be in. This probably doesn’t bug a lot of people, and normally it doesn’t bug me. But there were so many different elements of different time periods that I was completely confused as to when (and more specifically where), this book was set. The prologue gives off the vibe that it’s set in pre-colonial America. The hints of homestead life make it sound like we’re in the 1800s (possibly 1840s-1860s, if I had to take an educated guess). Towards the middle there’s a war going on, making it seem like it’s taking place in the 1700s. A 200 year timespan in which I could make an educated guess on when this takes place doesn’t make it very clear, does it? For a history buff such as myself, mishmashing time periods doesn’t sit well with me when they aren’t explicitly stated.
Young children do not know it.
I remind myself each day at sunrise, lest one day I forget.
Judith is my name.”
”You are the sun in my world, and how can I endure to watch you set into another woman’s arms?”And over...
”All the other little broken hearts- and there are bound to be many- will burn on the altar to your youthful beauty and love. It’s thin comfort to think I’m not alone in my woe.”And over again....
”We came here by ship, you and I.It got to the point where it became rather ridiculous. Which leads me to the third and final problem.
I remember my mother telling tales of the trip when I was young. Now she never speaks of it at all.
She said I spent the whole trip wide-eyed, watching you.”
”I watched your cabin as long as I could before I had to hurry back, lest Mother notice me missing.”to waxing fairly poetic, thinly veiled threats against his intended;
”Will she? Will her soft hands spin your wool, and bind your wheat into sheaves, and pluck the grubs off your potatoes? Will her china face turn bronze beside you as you labor in your fields?”; and, finally, going full on Heathcliff from Wuthering Heights on the poor kid by offering to commit suicide and haunt him for the rest of his days.
”I would leave this errand, follow the horses, and fly to your side. If you’d let me, I’d kiss away your fear, and let you rest yourself upon me, and I, I would die beside you and count myself lucky.”So romantic, I know.