The thing to know about this one is that despite being bound as a book, it is not a novel or even a novella, but a short story: I read it in under 15 minutes, so estimate it at around 10 pages of text with normal formatting. It’s stretched out to just over 40 with huge font, lots of illustrations, and rarely placing more than a few sentences on a page. Then there’s some blank pages and an author’s note describing her process. Basically, it’s Christmas gift bait (it’s even set at Christmastime)—and with that lovely cover, it could make a fine gift for someone who loves books as physical objects. But do know what you’re getting into.
The story itself is fine, with potential to make a great longer work, and interesting thematically: it’s about a young woman with an intense attachment to the natural world, to the point of being unable to live a normal life, drawing connections to both madness and sainthood. The illustrations are also fine; they’re in black-and-white, focused on depictions of plants and animals, and generally fit the mood of the story. Nothing here is remarkable to me but also nothing badly wrong. For the right reader, it could be an excellent choice for Christmas reading or gifting.