Book Review: Mermaid and Mrs Hancock…

Review: This was a rich and luxurious read. The writing is poetic and lyrical. Every page is filled with lush descriptions of the surroundings and lyrical expressions of the characters’ emotions. There are also several rich and powerful metaphors. The mermaid is dead but it plays an important role through out the story.

This book has been compared to Jane Austen’s books and I can see why. The writing is so rich that it does feel like this book was written back in the 18th century. There are some flaws but they can easily be overlooked considering how effortlessly the author transports her readers into the 1700’s London. I set aside all my current reads and solely immersed myself in this book for a week. There were times in the beginning when I felt unsure of whether or not that was a good decision but I kept going and was rewarded with a satisfactory read.

I could easily quote almost the entire book because the writing was simply extraordinary. Copied below are a couple of examples that hopefully will give you a taste of this beautiful book. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

“I find myself an I. An only. How has this come to be? I am enclosed. I cry out and my cry cannot swim, cannot speed away from me, it bounces back. It is trapped with me, and with it I explore the space I find myself in, but truly it is no space at all. I am caught in a bubble, in a box, in a vessel, and there is no expanse anymore, where my sister’s voices reach me. I do not hear them call at all, I cannot ask them, what is this? For they do not know where I am, and I am all alone. I cry out and there is a dull nothing. I cry out and I hear my voice back.” – Mr Hancock’s feelings towards his overbearing sister’s incessant taunts, described so vividly and beautifully that as a parent, I could easily imagine how it might feel to be a child who is being raised under the influence of an overbearing adult.

“The summer grows hot and ripe, bleaching the grass of heath to a perfect rustling sweep of gold, where grasshoppers creek incessantly to one another, but where few walk in the heat of the day. ” -Gowar’s vivid descriptions of the places and the surroundings like this one, poetic and rich in details, filled me with joy and transported me fully into this other world that I have never seen before.

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