Towards the end, Rose becomes harder and harder to fathom, so it was quite good to have seen her perspective earlier. Rose begins the novel, followed by Son, followed by her daughter Cecilia, and through their eyes, all of the characters in the story are developed. The characterization in this novel is astounding although I didn’t initially like it, Patchett makes use of different narrations to great effect.
This was such a great story I’m not sure how insightful it was, but I was entertained and at times moved. As one might expect, she lies a lot, about things great and small, and these lies are woven throughout the novel. Rose was a fascinating character, and I loved her narration she was obviously a sympathetic character, but not entirely so.
I was immediately hooked by the first few pages, which were very historical, and the rest of the novel was great as well. The setting and the characters were amazingly evoked by Patchett’s writing, and while the book certainly isn’t overwritten, there’s plenty of description. This was a bit inconsistent, but it didn’t bother me I was too engrossed by this atmospheric novel. The first section has a magical feel, what with the spring miraculously curing animals and people of their ailments, but after that it becomes strictly realistic. I couldn’t put it down, even though I was trying to spread it out. It goes on to tell Rose’s story, and I was immediately drawn in by the book’s premise and style. Elizabeth’s now is, of the forming of a magical spring. This novel begins with a retracing of the history of the land where St. And she cannot remain forever untouched by what she has left behind … and who she has become in the leaving.” Elizabeth’s is near a healing spring, and when Rose’s time draws near, she cannot go through with her plans, not all of them. She plans to give u p her baby because she knows she cannot be the mother it needs. Not so for Rose, a beautiful, mysterious woman who comes to the home pregnant but not unwed. “ Life there is not unpleasant, and for most, it is temporary. Two o’clock in the morning, a Thursday morning, the first bit of water broke through the ground of George Clatterbuck’s back pasture in Habit, Kentucky, and not a living soul saw it.
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