For a while I didn’t find a book that gave me so much pleasure reading it! And that's not because I like the shapeshifters / wolves, young adult or fantasy genre, but because the author manages to tell a good story, in which the happiness and the terror are intertwined, the despair and the hope coexist, your friends can be hostile and your enemies act like friends, in which the growing-up of the characters occurs gradually. I like to think that the starting point of this maturity is introduced as a tribute to Alice in Wonderland. (There is another subtle parallel regards the existence of another world, but I leave you to discover it for yourself).
'Could a human...dig deep enough to find this place?' 'I don't think it would work that way. The divide between the worlds is more than a physical one.'
It’s a believable fantasy world that makes you wish to be a part of it. A world whose presentation does not bore you during a lot of pages, but it is ample enough for you to perfectly imagine it while leaving your imagination to color it at will.
And the author's imagination was also at its peak when she created the characters. Frustrations and hopes, the uncertainty and determination of the main characters are handled with mastery, the extremes being found in each of them, drawing strong characters whose vulnerability makes them real... human. The author manages to create tension in their relationship and will make it remarkable through suggestions and actions, nothing overt, nothing provided for free to the reader whose interest will be kept alert by the existence of other relationships...
The run had brought a glow to her cheeks and he found himself wanting to smile just looking at her. There, again, loomed Ania in his mind.
The secondary characters are varied and treated with the same attention as the main ones. They highlight the main characters without losing themselves and without diminishing their importance. Their past and experiences bring consistency to the main line of the story, motivating it and also bringing new and new possibilities. Possibilities that can change the story or alter the fate of the heroes and that are successfully used by the author.
It does not matter how our lives came to be, it is what we do with them that is important.
Unknowns and mysteries, secrets and contradictory statements, danger and confrontations, unexpected actions and violent ostensive, prejudices are shown in light and shadows, and lofty goals can hide personal, mean interests, the wrongdoing may mislead, and the love (not just for power) plays a decisive role. We find love at every turn. Whether it is between two lovers, or it’s the one for friends, family, for country or for the world you belong to, and even for the righteousness, whether is already lost or it is just rising, it is one that affects everything.
In conclusion, The Wolf's Cry brings in a fast pace: love and friendship, unexpected and twists, hope and despair, risky adventure, petty or noble goals, handling and real feelings, fantastic and real .. and a subtle environmental message.
I could say much more, but the risk is high to give spoilers, so I will just recommend it to you. I cannot wait the next two volumes!
‘Remember to purr next time
About the author:
Onto my love of reading and, consequently, writing - it was my dad that played a big role in encouraging me to read. He didn't push me towards books necessarily; he simply read a lot himself. Then I would pick up his books and read them after him. I was reading high and epic fantasy from a very young age. I guess that might explain why I have always loved adventure stories with magic and intrigue and princes and princesses in.
I was aware that I wanted to ‘be a writer’ from a very young age. I was convinced I would be the first best seller that hadn't reached double figures in age yet! I wrote about the Danshees, furry creatures that lived through a mirror. I wrote about a Sand Bottle that transported a boy into a world of magic. I wrote about a sick girl finding a music boy that healed her, but transported her back in time. (Wow, I always have loved alternate universes…)
I write because I enjoy it. I write fantasy because I enjoy it. I try my hardest to put something of myself into my writing. I like to think my characters have depth, I like to think that my fantasy worlds reflect upon the real world in some way. You guys will be the judge of that but even if you don't agree I know that I at least try and I can do no more than that.
These days I live in North London and I love it. I work full time and London is a hectic city. Juggling work, writing and a social life is tough but nobody is forcing me to do it so I can't complain. The dream is that writing will be my career one day but it doesn't matter if I never quite make it. I love writing too much to ever pack it in.
I am desperate to get a dog. My mum suspects I miss my cats at home more than I miss her. I am a devout Arsenal/Ferrari/Rafael Nadal fan. I get all mad when confronted with a case of social injustice and then I get all mad when people take the fight for social justice too far. I mostly keep those thoughts to myself and simmer with rage. I watch good TV and bad TV, because I can. What I can’t do is enjoy bad books (subjective opinion of course). I just can’t.