What Kingsolver does so beautifully is build these characters with such deft, subtlety, and love that you find yourself believing in them and their lives–so much so that their experiences feel like your own long after the book is finished. The house at the center of it all stands as the obvious metaphor–it was built without adequate foundation or load-bearing support–but of course, as with all of Kingsolver’s novels, what so effectively envelops the reader is the unique warmth and kindred feeling for each character you find yourself wrapped up with. The second describes the life of the house’s contemporary denizens, parents and their adult children, each struggling to come to terms with different forms of grief.
One story follows the lives of its original inhabitants, a newly arrived school teacher and his wife’s family. Unsheltered tells two stories of one house. But waiting for the next book from this incredible author can feel like a long absence.
Unsheltered brings back the elegance and subtle-but-beautiful storytelling of Barbara Kingsolver–not that she ever left.
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