An Inheritance of Ashes by Leah Bobet
Mar. 18th, 2018 02:50 pmAn Inheritance of Ashes
4/5. Our sixteen-year-old narrator works herself to the bone to keep the farm going with her sister while they wait to see which men will come home from the war against the mad god in the south. Then they take on a hired hand who might be running from something, and a lot of eerily weird things start happening, and the war might be coming home to them.
Bobet says in the acknowledgements that she wrote her first book like an author, but she wrote this one like a person. I haven't read her first book, but that still sounds right to me. This one is all messy, difficult feelings to the brim. Family feelings. Abused child reaching for a better adulthood feelings. War veteran feelings. Slow, careful first romance feelings. People falling apart and people coming together feelings. All of that messiness and bitterness and grief – so much grief – and breath of hope powers this whole book, and it's lovely. It's also messy enough that it clearly got away from Bobet sometimes, but this is one of those stories that manages to co-opt its flaws into strengths, somehow.
I only knew who Leah Bobet was because she wrote for Shadow Unit back in the day. I heard not a peep of buzz about this book, which came out a couple years ago. That's pretty shocking, since I think a lot of you will really like this.
4/5. Our sixteen-year-old narrator works herself to the bone to keep the farm going with her sister while they wait to see which men will come home from the war against the mad god in the south. Then they take on a hired hand who might be running from something, and a lot of eerily weird things start happening, and the war might be coming home to them.
Bobet says in the acknowledgements that she wrote her first book like an author, but she wrote this one like a person. I haven't read her first book, but that still sounds right to me. This one is all messy, difficult feelings to the brim. Family feelings. Abused child reaching for a better adulthood feelings. War veteran feelings. Slow, careful first romance feelings. People falling apart and people coming together feelings. All of that messiness and bitterness and grief – so much grief – and breath of hope powers this whole book, and it's lovely. It's also messy enough that it clearly got away from Bobet sometimes, but this is one of those stories that manages to co-opt its flaws into strengths, somehow.
I only knew who Leah Bobet was because she wrote for Shadow Unit back in the day. I heard not a peep of buzz about this book, which came out a couple years ago. That's pretty shocking, since I think a lot of you will really like this.