I can handle the deep sadness novels sometimes emanate. Hell, sometimes sad books make the best books. But then again, sometimes sad books are just that ... sad. For me, the big difference between good-sad and simply-sad is entirely dependent on the reader. If I feel sad, as well as incredibly moved and smarter for having felt so sad, then the author definitely got it right. But when I read something sad and all I felt the entire novel was sad - and it's that frustrated, lackluster kind of sadness - well, the author missed something pretty essential. Unfortunately, having finished The Feathered Bone, I feel as though the author falls into the latter category.
There are a lot of heavy, heavy topics included here. At the risk of spoiling, I will only mention the obvious topics inferred in the blurb: kidnapping, abuse, and a natural disaster. Deeply troubling stuff, but not even close to the extent of troubling this novel reaches. Seriously, The Feathered Bone should come with a warning label. Something along the lines of: "WARNING this shit is depressing."
My intentions here are not to write a negative review. Especially having read the note from the author at the end of the book, which I found incredibly moving. I respect Julie Cantrell and her message, but I am not the target audience for her book. I am not religious and found it hard to relate to some of the characters because of it.
I received my copy free through Goodreads Giveaways.