This book is unlike any I’ve ever read. It’s so wholly original that I think my mind is permanently blown. I read it because someone whose literary opinion I have reason to trust said it is a masterpiece, which was good enough for me.
I can’t even really begin to explain what this book is about. (No spoilers here.) It’s about a family living and working in a place called Swamplandia!
It’s a theme park and an island and it’s falling apart all around them.
It is a book about children that’s not for children and a book about alligators and swamps and ghosts and running away and coming home.
It’s a really dense book in that way where you feel like every word in every sentence really says something and really matters.
It is magnificent, basically, and I Loved it with a capital L.
In addition to spinning a majorly gripping story that makes this book really hard to put down, Karen Russell filled her book with simple lines of magic that would kind of make my heart stop, like …
He went on accumulating beginnings.
All this possibility made me dizzy with a strange kind of grief.
I wrote M-O-M? on the Ouija wood, wishing for dark vegetables, punishments.
Her courage. In the cave I think she must have lent me some of it, because the strength I felt then was as huge as the sun. The yellow inside you that makes you want to live.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she told me that night. But until we are old ladies — a cypress age, a Sawtooth age — I will continue to link arms with her, in public, in private, in a panic of love.
I think you should read this book if you like things that are amazing.