My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Delicious, magical, at times feverish. I love this one more than the first Hoffman I read, Local Girls, though both books are sensitive, with complex loves and hates.
Hoffman seems especially tuned to mistakes in love, the pushing away (and then reeling in) of family, self-discovery and growing up. Combine character flaws, spring fever and magical thinking, and you get this fine novel.
I love the witchcraft in this story, the 13 generations of Sparrow women, descended in a direct female line from Rebecca Sparrow who walked out of the wilderness at a young age, with long black hair, speaking a strange language. Each daughter and granddaughter down to the present day inherit a magical trait that expresses itself on her 13th birthday.
Thus we have Elinor, Jenny and Stella Sparrow, each pulling and pushing on each other, mother to daughter, each with her own passions and regrets. All the characters are at times likable, and then completely despicable. One character plays off the next like a scattering of billiard balls. They surprise themselves, and us, with the directions they rebound.
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