The best way to imagine The Wren, The Wren is as ripples radiating from a single man, the famed (and fictional) Irish poet Phil McDaragh, who abandons his family when his wife falls ill. Enright is more interested in the ripples than the splash, contrasting McDaragh’s daughter and granddaughter, Carmel and Nell, as both attempt to reconcile the man with his poems (which are included in the book). Lyrical but approachable, filled with deft and surprising sentences, this electric book lands in a place of hope, despite its subject matter.
I was easily transported to the desert and found myself greatly attached to the main character. This book follows a woman who travels alone to the California high desert to reflect on her dying father and sick husband. In the desert, she finds a magical cactus that aids her through grief and sorrow. This is so much more than a desert survival story; it is a funny and honest tale of fear, death, and loneliness. I seriously could not put it down!
I have not devoured a book so quickly in YEARS. Mister Magic is shrouded in a weird, unsettling cloak of liminal space. Val has been running her whole life from...what? She can’t remember. Until one day, two men appear and tell her they were famous co-stars with her on a once-beloved children’s TV show that few people now remember, and no one can find any real record of anywhere. Chilling, brilliant, and impossible to put down.