Immediately infused with poignancy, the beginning of The Silver Road seems deliberately disorienting as it shifts between Lille and Meja’s perspectives; leaving the reader to draw their own conclusions about how these two people, trapped in their own private hells, might be related. There is a lilting tension and sense of lurking suspense which keeps you hooked to the page.
The prose itself is delicate, elegant, and lovely. Any vulgarity all the more striking for the sense it is out of place against the backdrop of such evidently chosen language, and the effect is haunting.
The setting has an attractive, fairytale-esque quality, appropriate for such a fairytale mystery: missing children, vanishing into the forest as the midnight sun rises, and a girl trapped in a house with a wicked stepfather.
It’s a promising beginning, which tugs at the heartstrings of the reader and leaves them wanting more.
The prose itself is delicate, elegant, and lovely. Any vulgarity all the more striking for the sense it is out of place against the backdrop of such evidently chosen language, and the effect is haunting.
The setting has an attractive, fairytale-esque quality, appropriate for such a fairytale mystery: missing children, vanishing into the forest as the midnight sun rises, and a girl trapped in a house with a wicked stepfather.
It’s a promising beginning, which tugs at the heartstrings of the reader and leaves them wanting more.