Where the Crawdads Sing: A Genre-Blending Masterpiece

Book review of Delia Owens' novel

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An absolute work of art and a fascinating mix of romance, crime, and thriller!

Without a doubt, “Where the Crawdads Sing” has become one of my favourites of this month. Perhaps, even, of my book reading “career”. The story was utterly fascinating and original. It was something I have never read, seen or heard before.

“I wasn't aware that words could hold so much. I didn't know a sentence could be so full.”

The masterful descriptions created an unforgettable atmosphere, the factor I am always on the lookout for in books. This time, I could smell, hear and feel the book: smell the muskiness of the marsh or blackberry cobbler, hear the flaps of heron’s wings or the calls of the gulls, feel the sea breeze on my skin.

The story kept me immersed and intrigued throughout. When the tension crept, I could not help but turn page after page, longing for the answers to the plot’s biggest mystery.

“Where the Crawdads Sing” is an original blend of genres. It is a great advantage to readers who are longing for more than a romantic story or a crime-driven thriller. I loved it incorporated a crime, a murder which was central to the story and its ultimate mystery. The romantic line was fascinating, emotional, and unexpected.

“Imagination grows in the loneliest of soils”

Despite it being the first debut novel of Delia Owens, it has turned out an absolute masterpiece. It is a real-page turner with a fascinating coming-of-age story. A blend of a mysterious crime and a love line which would surely make anyone laugh, cry, or even hate.

“Perhaps love is best left as a fallow field.”

This novel is something I’d highly recommend if you are seeking a story with a plot-twist, a story revolving around romance developing in unusual, unthinkable circumstances and coming of age tale through the years of crippling loneliness and survival, which can create impossible connections.

“Let’s face it, a lot of times love doesn’t work out. Yet even when it fails, it connects you to others and, in the end, that is all you have, the connections.”