2008: 195. Into the Wild

“Julie picked up a scrap of shoelace.  Once upon a time it had been an entire sneaker. ‘Look what you did,’ she said, wiggling it under her bed.”

Into the Wild, Sarah Beth Durst

This is a young adult book, which is well written, and has an interesting premise, and a good message, and is a fractured fairy tale sort of thing (exactly the sort of thing that usually interests me - see, e.g. The Book of Lost Things and also Castle Waiting), but for some reason, I am not just that enthused about it.  When I sit to write about it, I remember all the good stuff, and yet, I don’t have any enthusiasm about running out and getting the sequel.  If I see it, I’ll read it, but I am not on fire about it.  Can’t put my finger on why - the premise, is, as I said, interesting.  A number of fairy tale characters have escaped their stories and are living in modern America - our protagonist is Rapunzel’s daughter Julie (she is not in the story, which will prove important).  Julie feels like an outcast because of her strange life - neither fish nor fowl - not of fairy tale but part of the extended family.  One day, the Wild - the very thing her mother and the others escaped from reemerges and sucks them all in - it’s up to Julie to try to rescue her mom and the world from the Wild.  Why does one need rescuing? Because the Wild takes over the free will of its participants.  It dooms them to relive their stories over and over, and denies them the right to do anything but be the archetypes they are forced into - a clever idea, and a well executed one.  Still, for whatever reason, I was a little meh on the book.  Maybe it was just me.


Date/Place Completed: 11/22/08; D.C.

Categories: Fiction, Young Adult

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