by Patricia McKillip
5 Stars + Favorite
When Corbett Lynn returns to the home of his father and grandfather before him, intent on rebuilding Lynn Hall, he stirs up memories long since locked away. It is said that on the night his grandfather mysteriously died, some say murdered, and his father disappeared, Nial Lynn uttered a powerful curse to chase his descendents through time. Yet no one was there to see the old man die, so how could they know of this curse, or more correctly curses. It seems that for every person who knew Nial and Tearle, there is a different curse. Corbett himself seems unconcerned, focusing on his efforts to reclaim Lynn Hall from the woods. However, he manages to stir up very different feelings in the Melior sisters, the steady Laurel and wild Rois. On his frequent visits to their home, he brings with him longing, fear, and mystery; feelings which are only heightened with the arrival of winter.
In typical McKillip fashion, Winter Rose
is a fantasy of startling beauty. Every word is perfectly selected, lyrical and charged with emotion, the story vivid in the mind's eye. As beautiful as this novel was, it was also terrifying. This is what I look for when reading fairy tales. This must be exactly what the Grimm's Fairy Tales were like in their original form, and not the Disney stories with their preschool storylines and happy endings we've come to expect. No words could do justice to this novel; all I can do is to urge anyone with even the vaguest interest in what an author who has the ability to turn prose into poetry to read Winter Rose