I haven’t read much middle grade fiction in recent years, but I decided to pick up “Where the Woods End” by Charlotte Salter because the back of book blurb teased a somewhat whimsical, yet potentially terrifying story and, well, I liked the cover (I can be really shallow with my book choices sometimes). Without having any experience in this genre since I was a lot younger, I went into the story with an open mind and cautious optimism, intrigued at the prospect of a horror novel made to appeal to younger readers and looking forward to the more fun elements often found in middle grade fiction. This novel ended up being one of the most pleasant, unexpected reading surprises that I’ve had in a while. Spoilers follow.
Twelve-year-old Kestrel lives in an endless forest inhabited by all sorts of dangerous beasts. Despite her young age, she’s a capable hunter, often braving the forest at her witch-mother’s request to track down the feared grabbers. Grabbers pose a unique threat to the village: they target one specific person, stealing their things and learning their greatest fears until the grabber can take the form of what the person is most afraid of, at which point it attacks, dragging its victim into the woods and devouring them. The attacks on Kestrel’s village are becoming more frequent and her mother is sending her out more often than before. Still haunted by the memories of her grandmother, the woman who both lovingly trained and simultaneously frightened Kestrel before being dragged off by her own grabber, Kestrel begins to question the motivations of her often-cruel mother…and when Kestrel realizes that her grabber has started to hunt for her, her need to break her mother’s hold over her and try to escape the forest becomes even more dire. With Pippit, a bloodthirsty weasel and her only reliable friend, by her side, she faces the terrifying unknowns of the forest, hoping to find the answers she seeks before it’s too late.
So…wow, there’s a lot that happens in this book. I was impressed by how much was crammed into 300 pages, yet the story doesn’t feel rushed or bloated in the slightest. Instead, it skips along at a reliable pace, Kestrel’s stubborn determination to find a way out driving us forward through this adventure while her flashbacks and sojourns back to the village giving us the necessary background to understand her complicated relationship with both her mother and late-grandmother. There’s absolutely no time wasted, every step that Kestrel takes contributes something to the story. Additionally, Slater’s writing can be pretty quippy and snappy, which adds a level of amusement to an otherwise dark tale that feels very appropriate when told through the perspective of a twelve-year-old. I flew through this novel, not because it was simple or too easy (which had been one of my concerns with picking up a middle grade work), but because it’s just so darn enthralling that I had a hard time convincing myself to put it down.
Salter also has a natural skill for dropping hints without revealing the twist until just the right moment. I’ve come across authors that keep the questions in their stories burning for so long that they essentially smoke out their answers before they intend to, but that’s not the case at all here. I was really impressed with how well-crafted this story is. There were times when I was reading, especially toward the beginning, where I thought that parts of the plot felt episodic (which I was more than ok with since they showed us more of the forest and its inhabitants), but ultimately, they ended up tying into much bigger reveals. Kestrel’s own ability to convince herself of things assists in this: when her belongings start to go missing, for example, she tells herself that it’s the local kids stealing them and we’re content to believe her…even though we can connect the dots and figure out, as she herself does, that her grabber is following her and that, like the villagers, she was desperately trying to convince herself that that wasn’t the case. It’s actually a very poignant depiction of how we process fear, especially that which relates to our own death. The identity of Kestrel’s mother is exceptionally well done: the pieces are all there, the doubt is left to simmer, everything is in place, yet when Kestrel figures it out, it’s still a satisfying surprise well worth the time spent to get to the bottom of it. Every twist and turn on this ride is well-crafted, and the pieces of the story relate back to each other beautifully to make them so.
My biggest curiosity going into this book was how the horror elements would be handled. Due to its intended audience, I knew that the story wouldn’t be able to rely on gore and shock scenery to convey terror, so I wondered what elements would be drawn in to send chills down the reader’s spine. Let me tell you, Salter does not disappoint. She crafts the atmosphere of the novel well, bringing the forest to life not only through the fearsome creatures that live within it, but by making it seem like a participating character in and of itself. The forest is alive, creeping and shifting around Kestrel and the villagers, stripping them of hope and plunging them into the depths of their greatest fears. Additionally, the monsters that Salter has created are delightfully spooky and gruesome and her descriptions conjure some truly goosebump-raising images. The creativity put into the settings, monsters, and obstacles is apparent. It isn’t just the writing that encourages an air of tense mystery and suspense; the portrayal of Kestrel’s own fear and her stubborn attempts to ignore and later overcome it are very relatable and add an element of realism to this fantastical setting.
What I appreciated the most is that Salter doesn’t talk down to her audience. Make no mistake, while the horror here is very age appropriate and relies more on atmosphere and a touch of whimsy than gore, the story pulls no punches. There are some genuinely dark moments in this book: people die horrible deaths, Kestrel’s mother’s obvious abuse of her is often painful to read and experience, the forest is unforgiving of what or who wanders into its traps, the pervasive sense of hopelessness and fear is strong…this is a novel that has confidence in what its readers can handle, and I would have appreciated that quite a bit when I was in the target age range.
This just leaves me with the ending to touch on. It’s a very open sort of conclusion, but that’s not a bad thing. At the end of the day, this is a story about Kestrel facing her fears and freeing herself from what really had her trapped (her mother), leaving her free to pursue her next obstacle (leaving the forest). I like that the mystery of the forest isn’t concluded and there’s still a sense of unknown to the very end– it’s more interesting to wonder than it is to have everything laid out for us. It’s a very bittersweet sort of finale; her goodbyes to Pippit and Finn are heartbreaking and though there is hope that she’ll get out of the forest, Kestrel understands that her newfound understanding with her grabber is tenuous and will fall apart if she lets her fear take hold of her again. I think it’s the perfect ending for a novel with so many spooky, dark themes: optimistic but still swathed in mystery.
Kestrel makes for an enjoyable main character. She’s clever and cunning, capable and determined, realistic yet optimistic…and she has to be all of these things because her life has been fraught with trauma and turmoil. I think it’s easy to be skeptical of the idea of a twelve-year-old taking on ferocious beasts like grabbers with little more than a sharpened spoon, a slingshot, a vicious weasel, and whatever ideas she can come up with, but the methods she uses are so fitting to her character and rely more on her smarts than her brawn that its easy to suspend your disbelief and just enjoy the story. Ultimately, it’s Kestrel’s determination and drive that stops the book from dipping into the realm of “too dark,” as her hopefulness is both contagious and endearing, forcing the reader forward when everyone else in the story has given up. She isn’t, however, simply a strong-willed, stubborn hunter; she also has a more vulnerable side, especially where her family is concerned. Despite how terrible her mother is to her, there’s a part of Kestrel that still cares for her and balks at the idea of harming her; her memories of her grandmother are a complex mix of being deathly afraid of the woman who trained her (using some often-odd methods) and sorely missing her grandma, one of the few people who genuinely cared about her; the villagers hate her, and she’s also not terribly fond of them, yet she continues to risk her life for the village because it’s what she thinks is right. This all makes her very realistic and relatable, both as a character and as a young girl. She’s charmingly bullheaded, yet full of heart, and that’s just the sort of main character this story needs.
The other characters strike that perfect balance of just-slightly-over-the-top while still having more than a touch of realism. Kestrel’s mother is absolutely terrifying, more so, in my opinion, than any of the grabbers or other forest-dwelling creatures – she’s definitely the real villain of this story. Granmos is intriguing from what we see of her through Kestrel’s dreams and flashbacks: a hard, strong-willed woman with a certain fear of her past who wants to prepare her granddaughter for the horrors of the forest (and at home). Pippit, Kestrel’s weasel, is a lot of fun and adds an element of humour when it’s needed – he’s also always there to help Kestrel out of a sticky situation, being the friend she always needs. The central cast is rather small, which means that each character has the time to be developed and fleshed out, and they’re certainly an interesting bunch!
My single criticism of “Where the Woods End” comes in the form of some of the secondary characters, specifically the other children of the village and Finn, Kestrel’s tree-dwelling friend. Kestrel is something of an outsider in her village; the villagers all despise her for the things that her mother does, which makes a lot of sense given that Kestrel’s mother inflicts a lot of turmoil on the villagers. While I understand why the adults largely avoid Kestrel, I didn’t quite get why the kids delight in tormenting her with such a zeal. They think she’s weird, which is fine and dandy, but their cruelty seems a little unwarranted and often felt like it was included solely to emphasize how ostracized Kestrel is. On that same note, I didn’t see why Finn randomly allied himself with the village kids for a large portion of the book. He’s portrayed as being a good friend to Kestrel, yet he has no problem blowing her off to hang out with Hannah and the other kids? It felt like a convenient way to, again, leave Kestrel without friends when she desperately needed some. With Finn, there are hints that he might be growing up and is simply no longer interested in the “game” of finding a way out of the forest, but it’s all so sudden that it doesn’t feel developed.
Overall, “Where the Woods End” is the perfect blend of horror, whimsy, and fun. The story is exciting and well-crafted with plenty of twists and turns; the themes are dark and poignant, yet still very age appropriate; the scary elements are delightfully chilling; and Kestrel is a wonderfully determined, stubborn main character that you can’t help but root for. The issues with some of the side characters aside, this is easily a 4.5 read for me, bumped up to 5 because it was such an enjoyable experience.