Where The Crawdads Sing by Delia OwensWhere The Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens

Where The Crawdads Sing

byDelia Owens

Hardcover | August 14, 2018

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#1 New York Times Bestseller
A Reese Witherspoon x Hello Sunshine Book Club Pick

"I can't even express how much I love this book! I didn't want this story to end!"--Reese Witherspoon

"Painfully beautiful."--The New York Times Book Review

"Perfect for fans of Barbara Kingsolver."--Bustle

For years, rumors of the "Marsh Girl" have haunted Barkley Cove, a quiet town on the North Carolina coast. So in late 1969, when handsome Chase Andrews is found dead, the locals immediately suspect Kya Clark, the so-called Marsh Girl. But Kya is not what they say. Sensitive and intelligent, she has survived for years alone in the marsh that she calls home, finding friends in the gulls and lessons in the sand. Then the time comes when she yearns to be touched and loved. When two young men from town become intrigued by her wild beauty, Kya opens herself to a new life--until the unthinkable happens.

Perfect for fans of Barbara Kingsolver and Karen Russell, Where the Crawdads Sing is at once an exquisite ode to the natural world, a heartbreaking coming-of-age story, and a surprising tale of possible murder. Owens reminds us that we are forever shaped by the children we once were, and that we are all subject to the beautiful and violent secrets that nature keeps.
Delia Owens is the coauthor of three internationally bestselling nonfiction books about her life as a wildlife scientist in Africa. She holds a BS in Zoology from the University of Georgia and a PhD in Animal Behavior from the University of California at Davis. She has won the John Burroughs Award for Nature Writing and has been publis...
Title:Where The Crawdads SingFormat:HardcoverProduct dimensions:384 pages, 9.28 × 6.32 × 1.23 inShipping dimensions:9.28 × 6.32 × 1.23 inPublished:August 14, 2018Publisher:Penguin Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0735219095

ISBN - 13:9780735219090


Rated 4 out of 5 by from Man’s Desire to Survive Delia Owens Masters the setting of the novel and uses that setting to explain the protagonist’s understanding of the world. I think Kya had extraordinary strength to fend for herself at such an early age. This is a bit of a stretch for me. Still, I loved the book for its intriguing development of characters.
Date published: 2019-09-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from #1 Summer Read I loved everything about this novel. Absolutely brilliant!
Date published: 2019-08-29
Rated 5 out of 5 by from LOVE THIS BOOK! You know when you read a book and you're literally stalling as you don't want it to end? This book caused that feeling. Such a rich and immersive book. I became invested in the characters and through all the challenges, it was such an uplifting and rewarding read. Hands down the best read I have had this summer!
Date published: 2019-08-29
Rated 5 out of 5 by from This book is a treasure I was so sad when the book ended but I loved the ending. The book was so beautifully written leaving the reader captivated and within the pages. I love this book and recommend this book to all but especially for people who need to see that people can be strong when things go really bad
Date published: 2019-08-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from great story loved it...especially the little twist in the end...easy quick read sometimes slow but i still couldn't put the book down
Date published: 2019-08-23
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Awesome book I could not stop reading this book. Definitely would recommend
Date published: 2019-08-13
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Enjoyed I read this book over the long weekend.....I found it a little slow at times but was entertained
Date published: 2019-08-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved this!!! I found it a little slow to start but once i got into it, i could not put it down. Such a great story!!
Date published: 2019-08-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Definately in my top 10 I love this book! If you love a great story this book is for you. But more than that if you love the natural world you will be in awe of Owen's writing describing the beauty of nature. I rooted for Kya until the end and atlhough her life was tragic in some ways I long to be her.
Date published: 2019-08-05
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Absolutely Magical There are no words to do this majestic piece of literature justice. I have not read something so riveting, thoughtful, poetic, and beautifully written as this in a LONG TIME! I cannot understand what held me back from reading this for so long, and I feel like it will stay with me for a long time to come. It is something I will forever recommend, continuously gift to those who admire and enjoy reading as much as I do, and will always hold a special place in my heart, and superior spot on my shelves. Kya (Catherine Danielle Clark) has lived a trying life of hardship. Abandoned by her mother and siblings, abused by her father (physically and emotionally); Kya was left alone to raise herself. Through this hardship, she created a maternal and familial bond to nature and the marsh that fed her, raised her, and provided her with a sense of security and home. Having only attended a single day at the local school Kya was illiterate until she befriended Tate, a local boy who taught her to read, and to love. When Tate leaves for University, he leaves Kya and all their memories behind. Kya once again finds herself alone and seeks refuge in Chase Andrews, the local star athlete and resident ladies man. Years later, when a set of local boys find Chase’s dead body by the Fire Tower, the town points all fingers to Kya “The Marsh Girl”, but the secrets and stories that unfold have several sides; and justice must be served. Who do you trust: the girl society deems less because of where she lives and how she does not fit the mold of what is considered the norm, or the social elite who claim whatever they please whether it is rightfully theirs, or not?
Date published: 2019-07-31
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great book! This book definitely hit me in the feels. A beautiful story about a girl who has faced rejection and isolation at almost every turn, her struggle to find a human connection and her love for the only constant in her life...the marsh.
Date published: 2019-07-17
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Almost a 5 star I would have rated this book a 5 star, if it wasn’t for the drawn out ending. The book lost some power/effect when it went too far by summarizing the rest of her life.
Date published: 2019-07-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Outstanding I had a hard time getting into the book at the beginning but once I got into this book I couldn’t put it down. The story was a beautiful love story and the twist was like wow I couldn’t put this book down. It also mad me sad and then I was so happy the ending took my breath away what a shock....Left me with so many questions..... I would recommend this book as a must read.
Date published: 2019-07-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great story. I thoroughly enjoyed the courage and romance with such a surprise twist at the end.
Date published: 2019-07-10
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Beautiful writing Absolutely worth all the book club hype. Such beautiful writing. The story was entrancing and I absorbed it in one day!
Date published: 2019-07-10
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it! Could not put this down! The story...the imagery...this book was an absolute page turner!
Date published: 2019-07-08
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Pleasantly surprised I started to read this book because I kept seeing it getting recommended online. It took me a couple of chapters to get into the book but once I became more familiar with the characters I couldn't put it down. I didn't want the book to end.
Date published: 2019-06-29
Rated 5 out of 5 by from One of my new favourites This book was so beautiful, it is hard to describe how much I loved it. It was everything; poignant, gripping, heartwarming, sad, happy, and more. Delia Owens captures the quiet beauty of the marsh world in a new light, and spins Kya's tale in a way that will keep you hooked on this book. I couldn't put it down! Please please please read this book!
Date published: 2019-06-25
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Beautiful! This is one of the best books that I have read in quite some time. It captures your heart and keeps you mesmerized until the very end. I highly recommend it
Date published: 2019-06-17
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Overrated book I had heard how great this book was. I found it lacking and kind of simplistic in scope. Reminded me of To Kill a Mockingbird in some ways...a young poor girl, in the Deep South and a court case. It a good summer read but certainly not deserving of all the hype. There are better ones out there.
Date published: 2019-05-30
Rated 4 out of 5 by from great read amazing read was well written and it was a quick easy read good for a rainy weekend
Date published: 2019-05-03
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved The perfect read. Well written, strong characters. Read in 2 days. You won’t regret. This book stays with you
Date published: 2019-04-26
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great Novel The author has fantastic composition. Easy to read writing style that was smooth for most of the book. It really piqued my interest during part 2 and only got better from there. It’s definitely not 5 stars for me, but I do see where the hype comes from, and I would read future books by this author. I would recommend.
Date published: 2019-04-26
Rated 5 out of 5 by from An Immediate Favourite! I read this book in a weekend. It immediately draws you in to Kya, the 'Marsh Girl's' life and keeps you there. I could not put this book down. For a first novel, Delia Owens did a fantastic job writing it. I look forward to know if she comes out with any other novels. Read this book, you will not be disappointed.
Date published: 2019-04-03
Rated 5 out of 5 by from An absorbing tale Beginning in 1952, "Where the Crawdads Sing" tells the story of Catherine Danielle Clark, known as "Kya" or the "Marsh Girl". Living in poverty with her family in the marshes of rural North Carolina, Kya is 6 years old when the story begins. Her father was abusive, and as a result her mother and her siblings left their lives behind. Several years later, when her father deserts her, Kya is left to fend for herself. With no formal education, Kya scrounges to support herself, isolated from others and with few personal relationships. She develops friendships with two local boys, Tate (who taught her to read) and Chase. In 1969, when Kya is 23 years old, Chase is found dead, and Kya is accused of killing him. Beautifully written, "Where the Crawdads Sing" is a story of loneliness, strength, and endurance which will stay with the reader for a long time. A great read!
Date published: 2019-02-05
Rated 5 out of 5 by from An Amazing Read This novel is so beautifully written that it absorbs the reader within the first few pages! The character descriptions and descriptions of the natural world are exquisite. There were times that I laughed and I cried and I had to force myself to close the book at the end of the day. I have never read a novel like this before. Even the ending is written in a way that stays with you long after the last page is turned.
Date published: 2019-01-17
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Incredible This is a contender for the best book I have ever read. And I have never felt that way about a novel before! I can't recall a time I was SO sad when a book ended because I didn't want to let go of the characters (specifically the protagonist here). The plot was spectacular and the writing was amazing. I really couldn't put this book down, but also tried to stop myself from reading so fast because I never wanted this to end. I hope Owens writes another book, because I will be thinking about this book for a very long time.
Date published: 2019-01-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Beautiful! The writing is beautiful and the story line is hauntingly wonderful. I laughed and cried and stayed up way too late reading it because I just had to know what happened next.
Date published: 2018-12-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Remarkable This book is MAGNIFICENT. I don't know that I 100% knew what I was getting into with this book, and in return I came out with one of my top 10 reads of 2018. Delia Owens has written something absolutely unbelievable with this debut novel. When a prominent member of the local community has been found dead, the locals can only assume the mysterious March Girl has something to do with it. But Marsh Girl is not who they think - rather they have no idea who Kya is at all. Moving between the present investigation, and the decades past where we see Kya grow up in the marsh, the story unfolds to draw the reader in while falling head over heels in love with Kya. How Delia writes the swamp is so marvellously descriptive and atmospheric. I felt like I was in the swamp myself, and more importantly, I fell in love with this swamp. I wanted to be there, as it felt like somewhere I have visited before. I am hugely in love with Kya's character as well. The complexity of who she was, her past and how resilient she is made me want to go out to the marsh to befriend her myself. I loved that there was no end to how she developed, changed and evolved as a character. It was delicious. I could read stories of Kya's life all day long. Mixed in with a little mystery, and this is literally one of the most perfect books I could have hoped for as a reader. I adore this story, and I cannot stop recommending it to other readers. Pick this book up. This will be topping Best Book lists everywhere this year.
Date published: 2018-11-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Spectacular Kya's story struck such a chord within me. As I dove into the novel I became so enveloped in her life, ,what she saw, what she felt, what she lived. In many ways I resonated so much with her spirit, and her experiences. I found great comfort in this book that I would never have expected to find. I recommend this book for the nature and for the art, for the love between nature and human, the power of love from within our own being, for the beauty of hope and resilience. it is a book of the soul who feels rejected,secluded, abandoned, but rises up with beautiful passion and strength always remaining authentic to the inner voice who is always there for you, even when you feel as if you are alone.
Date published: 2018-11-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Beautiful story, a great novel! This book is so good, I am so glad I purchased it. As a previous reviewer mentioned it was originally on Reese Witherspoons book list. It is beautifully written and could not put it down, an amazing story to the very end.
Date published: 2018-11-07
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing and beautiful read This book was originally on Reese Witherspoons book list and I can honestly say she did it again!!! What an amazing and unique read. I devoured this book and didn't want it to end. This book is about a "Marsh Girl" who grows up in the marsh and it's her story of survival and how she sees the world through her eyes. The author takes you to this magical place and paints a picture of the area Kya is in down to the very science. This book made me laugh, cry,smile and I felt a little bi polar reading it but such a GREAT read!! I hope the author comes out with another book because this one was a hit. (less)
Date published: 2018-11-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from LOVE LOVE LOVE This book had me from the very beginning & just took over my life for 2 days. What a great debut novel.
Date published: 2018-10-09

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1.Ma1952The morning burned so August-hot, the marsh's moist breath hung the oaks and pines with fog. The palmetto patches stood unusually quiet except for the low, slow flap of the heron's wings lifting from the lagoon. And then, Kya, only six at the time, heard the screen door slap. Standing on the stool, she stopped scrubbing grits from the pot and lowered it into the basin of worn-out suds. No sounds now but her own breathing. Who had left the shack? Not Ma. She never let the door slam.But when Kya ran to the porch, she saw her mother in a long brown skirt, kick pleats nipping at her ankles, as she walked down the sandy lane in high heels. The stubby-nosed shoes were fake alligator skin. Her only going-out pair. Kya wanted to holler out but knew not to rouse Pa, so opened the door and stood on the brick-'n'-board steps. From there she saw the blue train case Ma carried. Usually, with the confidence of a pup, Kya knew her mother would return with meat wrapped in greasy brown paper or with a chicken, head dangling down. But she never wore the gator heels, never took a case.Ma always looked back where the foot lane met the road, one arm held high, white palm waving, as she turned onto the track, which wove through bog forests, cattail lagoons, and maybe-if the tide obliged-eventually into town. But today she walked on, unsteady in the ruts. Her tall figure emerged now and then through the holes of the forest until only swatches of white scarf flashed between the leaves. Kya sprinted to the spot she knew would bare the road; surely Ma would wave from there, but she arrived only in time to glimpse the blue case-the color so wrong for the woods-as it disappeared. A heaviness, thick as black-cotton mud, pushed her chest as she returned to the steps to wait.Kya was the youngest of five, the others much older, though later she couldn't recall their ages. They lived with Ma and Pa, squeezed together like penned rabbits, in the rough-cut shack, its screened porch staring big-eyed from under the oaks.Jodie, the brother closest to Kya, but still seven years older, stepped from the house and stood behind her. He had her same dark eyes and black hair; had taught her birdsongs, star names, how to steer the boat through saw grass."Ma'll be back," he said."I dunno. She's wearin' her gator shoes.""A ma don't leave her kids. It ain't in 'em.""You told me that fox left her babies.""Yeah, but that vixen got 'er leg all tore up. She'd've starved to death if she'd tried to feed herself 'n' her kits. She was better off to leave 'em, heal herself up, then whelp more when she could raise 'em good. Ma ain't starvin', she'll be back." Jodie wasn't nearly as sure as he sounded, but said it for Kya.Her throat tight, she whispered, "But Ma's carryin' that blue case like she's goin' somewheres big."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. Oak forests bunched around the other sides of the shack and sheltered the closest lagoon, its surface so rich in life it churned. Salt air and gull-song drifted through the trees from the sea.Claiming territory hadn't changed much since the 1500s. The scattered marsh holdings weren't legally described, just staked out natural-a creek boundary here, a dead oak there-by renegades. A man doesn't set up a palmetto lean-to in a bog unless he's on the run from somebody or at the end of his own road.The marsh was guarded by a torn shoreline, labeled by early explorers as the "Graveyard of the Atlantic" because riptides, furious winds, and shallow shoals wrecked ships like paper hats along what would become the North Carolina coast. One seaman's journal read, "rang'd along the Shoar . . . but could discern no Entrance . . . A violent Storm overtook us . . . we were forced to get off to Sea, to secure Ourselves and Ship, and were driven by the Rapidity of a strong Current . . ."The Land . . . being marshy and Swamps, we return'd towards our Ship . . . Discouragement of all such as should hereafter come into those Parts to settle."Those looking for serious land moved on, and this infamous marsh became a net, scooping up a mishmash of mutinous sailors, castaways, debtors, and fugitives dodging wars, taxes, or laws that they didn't take to. The ones malaria didn't kill or the swamp didn't swallow bred into a woodsmen tribe of several races and multiple cultures, each of whom could fell a small forest with a hatchet and pack a buck for miles. Like river rats, each had his own territory, yet had to fit into the fringe or simply disappear some day in the swamp. Two hundred years later, they were joined by runaway slaves, who escaped into the marsh and were called maroons, and freed slaves, penniless and beleaguered, who dispersed into the water-land because of scant options.Maybe it was mean country, but not an inch was lean. Layers of life-squiggly sand crabs, mud-waddling crayfish, waterfowl, fish, shrimp, oysters, fatted deer, and plump geese-were piled on the land or in the water. A man who didn't mind scrabbling for supper would never starve.It was now 1952, so some of the claims had been held by a string of disconnected, unrecorded persons for four centuries. Most before the Civil War. Others squatted on the land more recently, especially after the World Wars, when men came back broke and broke-up. The marsh did not confine them but defined them and, like any sacred ground, kept their secrets deep. No one cared that they held the land because nobody else wanted it. After all, it was wasteland bog.Just like their whiskey, the marsh dwellers bootlegged their own laws-not like those burned onto stone tablets or inscribed on documents, but deeper ones, stamped in their genes. Ancient and natural, like those hatched from hawks and doves. When cornered, desperate, or isolated, man reverts to those instincts that aim straight at survival. Quick and just. They will always be the trump cards because they are passed on more frequently from one generation to the next than the gentler genes. It is not a morality, but simple math. Among themselves, doves fight as often as hawks.Ma didnÕt come back that day. No one spoke of it. Least of all Pa. Stinking of fish and drum likker, he clanked pot lids. ÒWharÕs supper?ÓEyes downcast, the brothers and sisters shrugged. Pa dog-cussed, then limp-stepped out, back into the woods. There had been fights before; Ma had even left a time or two, but she always came back, scooping up whoever would be cuddled.The two older sisters cooked a supper of red beans and cornbread, but no one sat to eat at the table, as they would have with Ma. Each dipped beans from the pot, flopped cornbread on top, and wandered off to eat on their floor mattresses or the faded sofa.Kya couldn't eat. She sat on the porch steps, looking down the lane. Tall for her age, bone skinny, she had deep-tanned skin and straight hair, black and thick as crow wings.Darkness put a stop to her lookout. Croaking frogs would drown the sounds of footsteps; even so, she lay on her porch bed, listening. Just that morning she'd awakened to fatback crackling in the iron skillet and whiffs of biscuits browning in the wood oven. Pulling up her bib overalls, she'd rushed into the kitchen to put the plates and forks out. Pick the weevils from the grits. Most dawns, smiling wide, Ma hugged her-"Good morning, my special girl"-and the two of them moved about the chores, dancelike. Sometimes Ma sang folk songs or quoted nursery rhymes: "This little piggy went to market." Or she'd swing Kya into a jitterbug, their feet banging the plywood floor until the music of the battery-operated radio died, sounding as if it were singing to itself at the bottom of a barrel. Other mornings Ma spoke about adult things Kya didn't understand, but she figured Ma's words needed somewhere to go, so she absorbed them through her skin, as she poked more wood in the cookstove. Nodding like she knew.Then, the hustle of getting everybody up and fed. Pa not there. He had two settings: silence and shouting. So it was just fine when he slept through, or didn't come home at all.But this morning, Ma had been quiet; her smile lost, her eyes red. She'd tied a white scarf pirate style, low across her forehead, but the purple and yellow edges of a bruise spilled out. Right after breakfast, even before the dishes were washed, Ma had put a few personals in the train case and walked down the road.The next morning,Kya took up her post again on the steps, her dark eyes boring down the lane like a tunnel waiting for a train. The marsh beyond was veiled in fog so low its cushy bottom sat right on the mud. Barefoot, Kya drummed her toes, twirled grass stems at doodlebugs, but a six-year-old canÕt sit long and soon she moseyed onto the tidal flats, sucking sounds pulling at her toes. Squatting at the edge of the clear water, she watched minnows dart between sunspots and shadows.Jodie hollered to her from the palmettos. She stared; maybe he was coming with news. But as he wove through the spiky fronds, she knew by the way he moved, casual, that Ma wasn't home."Ya wanta play explorers?" he asked."Ya said ya're too old to play 'splorers.""Nah, I just said that. Never too old. Race ya!"They tore across the flats, then through the woods toward the beach. She squealed as he overtook her and laughed until they reached the large oak that jutted enormous arms over the sand. Jodie and their older brother, Murph, had hammered a few boards across the branches as a lookout tower and tree fort. Now, much of it was falling in, dangling from rusty nails.Usually if she was allowed to crew at all it was as slave girl, bringing her brothers warm biscuits swiped from Ma's pan.But today Jodie said, "You can be captain."Kya raised her right arm in a charge. "Run off the Spaniards!" They broke off stick-swords and crashed through brambles, shouting and stabbing at the enemy.Then-make-believe coming and going easily-she walked to a mossy log and sat. Silently, he joined her. He wanted to say something to get her mind off Ma, but no words came, so they watched the swimming shadows of water striders.Kya returned to the porch steps later and waited for a long time, but, as she looked to the end of the lane, she never cried. Her face was still, her lips a simple thin line under searching eyes. But Ma didn't come back that day either.2.Jodie1952After Ma left, over the next few weeks, Kya's oldest brother and two sisters drifted away too, as if by example. They had endured Pa's red-faced rages, which started as shouts, then escalated into fist-slugs, or backhanded punches, until one by one, they disappeared. They were nearly grown anyway. And later, just as she forgot their ages, she couldn't remember their real names, only that they were called Missy, Murph, and Mandy. On her porch mattress, Kya found a small pile of socks left by her sisters.On the morning when Jodie was the only sibling left, Kya awakened to the clatter-clank and hot grease of breakfast. She dashed into the kitchen, thinking Ma was home frying corn fritters or hoecakes. But it was Jodie, standing at the woodstove, stirring grits. She smiled to hide the letdown, and he patted the top of her head, gently shushing her to be quiet: if they didn't wake Pa, they could eat alone. Jodie didn't know how to make biscuits, and there wasn't any bacon, so he cooked grits and scrambled eggs in lard, and they sat down together, silently exchanging glances and smiles.They washed their dishes fast, then ran out the door toward the marsh, he in the lead. But just then Pa shouted and hobbled toward them. Impossibly lean, his frame seemed to flop about from poor gravity. His molars yellow as an old dog's teeth.Kya looked up at Jodie. "We can run. Hide in the mossy place.""It's okay. It'll be okay," he said.Later, near sunset, Jodie found Kya on the beach staring at the sea. As he stepped up beside her, she didnÕt look at him but kept her eyes on the roiling waves. Still, she knew by the way he spoke that Pa had slugged his face."I hafta go, Kya. Can't live here no longer."She almost turned to him, but didn't. Wanted to beg him not to leave her alone with Pa, but the words jammed up."When you're old enough you'll understand," he said. Kya wanted to holler out that she may be young, but she wasn't stupid. She knew Pa was the reason they all left; what she wondered was why no one took her with them. She'd thought of leaving too, but had nowhere to go and no bus money."Kya, ya be careful, hear. If anybody comes, don't go in the house. They can get ya there. Run deep in the marsh, hide in the bushes. Always cover yo' tracks; I learned ya how. And ya can hide from Pa, too." When she still didn't speak, he said good-bye and strode across the beach to the woods. Just before he stepped into the trees, she finally turned and watched him walk away."This little piggy stayed home," she said to the waves.Breaking her freeze, she ran to the shack. Shouted his name down the hall, but Jodie's things were already gone, his floor bed stripped bare.She sank onto his mattress, watching the last of that day slide down the wall. Light lingered after the sun, as it does, some of it pooling in the room, so that for a brief moment the lumpy beds and piles of old clothes took on more shape and color than the trees outside.A gnawing hunger-such a mundane thing-surprised her. She walked to the kitchen and stood at the door. All her life the room had been warmed from baking bread, boiling butter beans, or bubbling fish stew. Now, it was stale, quiet, and dark. "Who's gonna cook?" she asked out loud. Could have asked, Who's gonna dance?

Editorial Reviews

“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.”—The New York Times Book Review“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.”—People“This lush mystery is perfect for fans of Barbara Kingsolver.”—Bustle“A lush debut novel, Owens delivers her mystery wrapped in gorgeous, lyrical prose. It’s clear she’s from this place—the land of the southern coasts, but also the emotional terrain—you can feel it in the pages.  A magnificent achievement, ambitious, credible and very timely.”—Alexandra Fuller, New York Times bestselling author of Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight“Heart-wrenching...A fresh exploration of isolation and nature from a female perspective along with a compelling love story.”—Entertainment Weekly“This wonderful novel has a bit of everything—mystery, romance, and fascinating characters, all told in a story that takes place in North Carolina.”—Nicholas Sparks, New York Times bestselling author of Every Breath“Delia Owen’s gorgeous novel is both a coming-of-age tale and an engrossing whodunit.”—Real Simple“Evocative...Kya makes for an unforgettable heroine.”—Publishers Weekly“The New Southern novel...A lyrical debut.”—Southern Living“A nature-infused romance with a killer twist.”—Refinery29“Anyone who liked The Great Alone will want to read Where the Crawdads Sing....This astonishing debut is a beautiful and haunting novel that packs a powerful punch. It’s the first novel in a long time that made me cry.”—Kristin Hannah, author of The Great Alone and The Nightingale “Both a coming-of-age story and a mysterious account of a murder investigation told from the perspective of a young girl...Through Kya’s story, Owens explores how isolation affects human behavior, and the deep effect that rejection can have on our lives.”—Vanity Fair“Lyrical...Its appeal ris[es] from Kya’s deep connection to the place where makes her home, and to all of its creatures.”—Booklist“This beautiful, evocative novel is likely to stay with you for many days afterward....absorbing.”—AARP “Compelling, original...A mystery, a courtroom drama, a romance and a coming-of-age story, Where the Crawdads Sing is a moving, beautiful tale. Readers will remember Kya for a long, long time.”—ShelfAwareness“With prose luminous as a low-country moon, Owens weaves a compelling tale of a forgotten girl in the unforgiving coastal marshes of North Carolina. It is a murder mystery/love story/courtroom drama that readers will love, but the novel delves so much deeper into the bone and sinew of our very nature, asking often unanswerable questions, old and intractable as the marsh itself. A stunning debut!”—Christopher Scotton, author of The Secret Wisdom of the Earth“A compelling mystery with prose so luminous it can cut through the murkiest of pluff mud.”—Augusta Chronicle“Carries the rhythm of an old time ballad. It is clear Owens knows this land intimately, from the black mud sucking at footsteps to the taste of saltwater and the cry of seagulls.”—David Joy, author of The Line That Held Us