There are many different ways to read this book.
It’s a fairy tale; Hansel and Gretel, evil stepmother, orphans and hidden treasure and a big, formidable house.
It’s a story about family, found and made. The bonds that can give us strength or leave us bereft.
It’s a warning.
Continue reading “The Dutch House: or, Swimming to the Surface”
Reading this book was like eating an exceptionally rich slice of chocolate cake, but in the best way possible. Over-indulgent, but the chocolate was chocolate. Not the sugary, overly-sweet corn-starchy chocolate used in store-bought icing kits, but like…$100 chocolate cake from some fancy French patisserie.
You get me.
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