Some novels are just pure poetry and magical
This is the first book I’ve read by Caren J. Werlinger, and how I ended up here it’s funny, because it’s the result of listening to her performing a song in a Facebook group. Her words, her poetry, her remote lullaby speaking of ancient truths pushed me to start reading something by her, and many readers suggested When the Stars Sang. So, in a way, I did hear already her voice singing in my head: "Read me, read me".
It wasn’t then a surprise, after reading it, to find that what I felt in that song was reflected also in the words of this novel. I love ancient traditions, myths, and legends and if all of this makes it as a background to a beautiful and romantic love story, I’m all for it.
Living in Philadelphia, trapped in a life that is slowly suffocating her, Kathleen decides to run away from her absent parents and her partner, whom she shared 15 years of her life with. She’s running away from a terrible past and a static present, with no future ahead, and the only place she thinks of moving to it’s the Little Island where her grandma used to live, and where she and her family used to spend time when she was younger. Returning to the Island after 25 years will bring back all the memories from her past and force her to confront it. It’s a beautiful journey from sorrow, sense of guilt to freedom, forgiveness and happiness.
I’m writing down this review and I’m listening to one of my favorite playlists on Spotify, “Irish Cello”, as I think it’s spot-on for this novel, and it helps me express my feelings after reading it. Hadn’t the title been When the Stars Sang (which I think it’s perfect, as it’s the quote by Rossetti), I would have thought for sure that it could have been something about the wind, the mist or the storms. It is, indeed, peculiar that the very first line of the novel recites “A BLAST OF COLD WIND hit Kathleen”, and I don’t think it’s surprising that the words wind/storm/cold etc. are repeated so many times throughout the novel.
The whole atmosphere of the book is magical and imbued with mysterious traditions that speak volume about the coexistence of pagan beliefs even in nowadays life. Loved the powerful representation of the 4 elements: Earth, Water, Air and Fire and the spirituality of that. All it’s linked, all happens for a reason; Life and Death are part of who we are, it’s the way we deal with them and accept them that sets us free or encages us.
Kathleen’s journey is not only a winding road back to her roots, but it’s also steep climb to discover who she truly is and to freedom and love. You can’t heal from the past if you don’t face it. It’s a beautiful message Caren J. Werlinger sent through her book. Finding home... everybody wants that.
What I also loved so much in When the Stars Sang is the sense of community of Little Island: everybody helping each other, not for second reasons, but only because you want to: you want to do good; you want the others to be happy. And this happiness is also connected in a way to the return to Nature, to a simpler life with less commodities, where you can enjoy the quiet after the tempest and a sky lit only by stars.
It’s like Kathleen’s eyesight was blurred by an initial mist and then in the course of the book she’s finally able to see for the first time, thanks to all the inhabitants of Little Island and especially Molly, whose character I simply adored. Some characters stay with me for a long time, and her selfness, her good-hearted nature and sort of loneliness and melancholy will always be dear to me.
Beautifully written, even healing in a way, strong main characters development and funny and sweet side characters and some characters that maybe could use some redeeming from their faults… maybe in the sequel? You can’t choose your family, but you can choose your friends? Well… friends can become family too…