This writer has the most somber, yet beautiful voice. Her stories, though the characters can at times be a bit thin, are incredibly emotional.

This book switched back and forth between a modern day photographer, and the story of the island she was photographing, and the memoir written of the only surviving member of a murder that took place on the island. It was somewhat scattered, and none of the characters were as developed as much as they needed to be to love them. But, it really didn’t take anything from the book for me. Some writers, good characters are all they have, but Shreve’s voice is stunning enough in itself, that the actual story can become somewhat immaterial to me.

Not that this story was bad, because it wasn’t.  Far from it.