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En Barkley Cove, un tranquilo pueblo de pescadores, circulan extraños rumores sobre la "chica de la marisma". Desde los seis años, Kya deambula completamente sola entre canales y cañaverales, apenas cubierta y descalza. Aunque solo asiste un día a la escuela, la marisma y sus criaturas no tienen secretos para ella: la alimentan, la acunan, la protegen, son sus maestros y compañeras de juego. Kya aprende a descifrar los signos de la naturaleza antes de saber leer un libro. Pero su belleza no tarda en florecer: inusual, salvaje y evasiva, enciende el deseo de los muchachos del pueblo. Kya descubre el amor, su dulzura y sus trampas.… (más)
BookshelfMonstrosity: Though much about these novels is dissimilar, both offer a historical Southern setting and a farcical trial that illuminates the small-minded nature of a town's inhabitants. Both atmospheric novels also feature young female protagonists who come of age under challenging circumstances.… (más)
dmenon90: Similar marsh setting, young girl protagonist, complicated relationships with men, themes of danger and survival. But the Davidson book is magical realism.
BookshelfMonstrosity: Both coming of age stories are character driven and center on young women living on the outskirts of society. Vivid imagery of locales in the southern United States feature prominently.
shaunie: Both have a girl growing up in unusual, deprived circumstances at the centre of the story. My Absolute Darling, whilst flawed, is far better written.
Durante años, los rumores de la existencia de la Chica Salvaje han perturbado la vida de la pequeña localidad de Barkley Cove, un tranquilo pueblo de pescadores en Carolina del Norte. Abandonada a los seis años, Kya es una joven sensible, inteligente y de una belleza insólita que ha sobrevivido en soledad en las marismas, con la naturaleza como única amiga. Es una superviviente nata. Su solitaria vida se complica cuando un hombre aparece asesinado en el pantano y la acusan del crimen. Entonces, todos sus misterios saldrán a la luz.
Una magistral novela que nos habla de los secretos del ser humano, las pulsiones que nos mueven y la verdadera naturaleza del amor y del odio.
Steeped in the rhythms and shadows of the coastal marshes of North Carolina’s Outer Banks, this fierce and hauntingly beautiful novel centers on...Kya’s heartbreaking story of learning to trust human connections, intertwine[d] with a gripping murder mystery, revealing savage truths. An astonishing debut.
A painfully beautiful first novel that is at once a murder mystery, a coming-of-age narrative and a celebration of nature....Owens here surveys the desolate marshlands of the North Carolina coast through the eyes of an abandoned child. And in her isolation that child makes us open our own eyes to the secret wonders—and dangers—of her private world.
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To Amanda, Margaret, and Barbara
Here’s to’d ya If I never see’d ya I never knowed ya. I see’d ya I knowed ya I loved ya, Forever.
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Marsh is not swamp.
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Crows can't keep secrets any better than mud; once they see something curious in the forest they have to tell everybody.
"There are some who can live without wild things, and some who cannot."
The shack sat back from the palmettos, which sprawled across sand flats to a necklace of green lagoons and, in the distance, all the marsh beyond. Miles of blade-grass so tough it grew in salt water, interrupted only by trees so bent they wore the shape of the wind.
Mostly, the village seemed tired of arguing with the elements, and simply sagged.
The rain eased. A single drop, here then there, shook a leaf like the flick of a cat's ear.
Saltwater marsh, some say, can eat a cement block for breakfast.
Barkley Cove served its religion hard-boiled and deep-fried.
Kya bit her bottom lip as she watched. Wondering how it would feel to be among them. Their joy created an aura almost visible against the deepening sky.
The scattered encampment was in deep woods, back from the sea, with no breeze, and "more skeeters than the whole state of Jawja."
Finally, between dusk and dawn, that time when the shadows were unsure, she walked back toward the shack by way of the oak clearing.
A great blue heron is the color of gray mist reflecting in blue water.
Kya stood and walked into the night, into the creamy light of a three-quarter moon. The marsh's soft air fell silklike around her shoulders. The moonlight chose an unexpected path through the pines, laying shadows about in rhymes. She strolled like a sleepwalker as the moon pulled herself naked from the waters and climbed limb by limb through the oaks. The slick mud of the lagoon shore glowed in the intense light, and hundreds of fireflies dotted the woods.
Here in daylight, reality drifted ahead, waiting, and her throat dried.
Closing his eyes, he played "Shenandoah," his palm fluttering on the instrument like a bird trapped against glass. It was a lovely, plaintive sound, like a note from a faraway home.
With Chase, she felt exposed, as if someone were filleting her like a fish.
She laughed for his sake, something she'd never done. Giving away another piece of herself just to have someone else.
Like everyone else, he had heard stories about the Marsh Girl, and over the years had seen her occasionally, either drifting sleekly through waterways as part of the current or scurrying from the grocery like a coon from a rubbish bin.
She took her bedding to the beach and sat with the gulls. They paid her no mind, preening outstretched wings before settling down on the sand like feathered stones. As they chortled softly and tucked their heads for the night, she lay as close to them as she could get. But even among their soft cooing and ruffling, Kya couldn't sleep. Mostly she tossed from one side to the other, sitting up each time the wind mimicked footfalls.
Dawn surf roared on a slapping wind that stung her cheeks.
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En Barkley Cove, un tranquilo pueblo de pescadores, circulan extraños rumores sobre la "chica de la marisma". Desde los seis años, Kya deambula completamente sola entre canales y cañaverales, apenas cubierta y descalza. Aunque solo asiste un día a la escuela, la marisma y sus criaturas no tienen secretos para ella: la alimentan, la acunan, la protegen, son sus maestros y compañeras de juego. Kya aprende a descifrar los signos de la naturaleza antes de saber leer un libro. Pero su belleza no tarda en florecer: inusual, salvaje y evasiva, enciende el deseo de los muchachos del pueblo. Kya descubre el amor, su dulzura y sus trampas.
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Una magistral novela que nos habla de los secretos del ser humano, las pulsiones que nos mueven y la verdadera naturaleza del amor y del odio.