And yet, the book ended. I feel so sad that it’s gone. God, it was beautiful.
You absolutely must read it.
Lucy Treloar’s Wolfe Island is the dystopian novel you read when you don’t want to read a dystopian novel. It’s a gorgeously written story of a reclusive artist who tries to stay out of the affairs of a chaotic world, but gets dragged into them anyway. Because her granddaughter needs help. Because the sea is reclaiming the island, house by house.
I just wanted to read it forever. I think I might just go back and read it again (which is a huge statement for me – I never re-read books).
From the blurb:
For years Kitty Hawke has lived alone on Wolfe Island, witness to the island’s erosion and clinging to the ghosts of her past. Her work as a sculptor and her wolfdog Girl are enough. News of mainland turmoil is as distant as myth until refugees from that world arrive: her granddaughter Cat, and Luis and Alejandra, a brother and sister escaping persecution. When threats from the mainland draw closer, they are forced to flee for their lives. They travel north through winter, a journey during which Kitty must decide what she will do to protect the people she loves.
Part western, part lament for a disappearing world, Wolfe Island (set off the northeast coast of the US) is a transporting novel that explores connection and isolation and the ways lives and families shatter and are remade.