

My review
rating: 5 of 5 stars
This book is so fantastically beautifully written that I do believe I'm in love with every word of it. It's a good thing it's a "love story" of sorts, but not the kind you might expect. It's a love story about nature, about wild animals and bugs and trees and how it all fits together to make the world go 'round. This book not only made me view the world in a more balanced light it helped me get over my fear of spiders. My hatred of flies is much larger than my fear of spiders and without the spiders I do believe we'd be drowning in flies.
I'm of course oversimplifying this story. It's not at all about spiders and flies in fact. It's actually about coyotes. And strong women living in a backwards county that believes these women should fit into some kind of mold. And a crotchety old man whom I hated up until about the last quarter of the book. And the purpose of life, in a very straightforward unpretentious manner.
I already loved Barbara Kingsolver just from reading The Bean Trees, which I randomly bought for a quarter outside of Half Price Books a few summers ago. I read the first few pages of The Poisonwood Bible and decided I wasn't in the right head space for that one yet. After reading Prodigal Summer I fully intend to get my hands on and read every word ever written by Kingsolver, including The Poisonwood Bible. Kingsolver is brilliant. Purely brilliant.
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