The Lie Tree
She had tumbled off the safe, hallowed shore of childhood, and now she was in no-man’s-water, neither one thing nor another, like a mermaid. Until she dragged herself up on the rock of marriage, she was difficult.
Man oh man friends. I so connected with Faith. What a great portrayal of female young adulthood. The yearning for her father’s love and understanding. Longing to be something more than the people around her expected. Hiding a passionate nature beneath the poised, subdued young lady society assumed she was.
This book was set in Victorian England, on an island called Vale… That’s all I’ll say, because you can read the synopsis many different places, and what I’m must anxious to talk about is Faith, and my feelings about it ALL.
Let me now tell you all the different books I compared Frances Hardinge’s book to while reading…It’s setting was wet and desolate like the moors of Wuthering Heights. In the beginning, Faith reminded me of one of the meek female characters from Dickens; his “good women”. Faith’s mom Myrtle reminded me of both Scarlet O’Hara and Mrs. Bennet from Pride and Prejudice. I also kept thinking about an Agatha Christie book that I’d read that also took place at an archaeology dig ( I can’t remember the title).
So, most of these comparisons were happening at the beginning of the book, because as it went on all juxtaposition was forgotten. This book, yo…
There was a mystery going on, but really…
Faith was not strong, and nobody had ever taken advantage of that before. But now she knew the threat had always been there, lurking in every smile, every bow, every allowance made for her sex. A veil had torn, and here was the truth in all its ugliness.
I mean wow, right? What a perfect time period to write about feminine issues, and the vulnerable nature of females in a male- dominated culture. Civilized we call ourselves…
“This is a battlefield, Faith! Women find themselves on battlefields, just as men do. We are given no weapons, and cannot be seen to fight. But fight we must, or perish.”
I should’ve ended with that quote for effect.
Also, I can’t believe I didn’t think of this comparison earlier, but I think at the end, this book is most similar to Libba Bray’s A Great and Terrible Beauty .
This book just didn’t disappoint.