But the searches turned up nothing, and no one believes him anymore. He knows she was kidnapped, ripped from the cornfields by a dangerous man whose face he cannot remember. Who are you going to blame?įinn knows that’s not what happened with Roza. That’s just how things go, the people said. Just a few years before, their mother had high-tailed it to Oregon for a brand new guy, a brand new life. After all, it wasn’t the first time that someone had slipped away and left Finn and Sean O’Sullivan on their own. So when young, beautiful Roza went missing, the people of Bone Gap weren’t surprised. It’s also very romantic where it matters, empowering where it counts and beautiful in its telling.Įveryone knows Bone Gap is full of gaps-gaps to trip you up, gaps to slide through so you can disappear forever. It’s awfully tense and there is this feeling of anxious momentum that runs through this novel.

About fairytales, self-image, the heavy burden that beauty can be and the pernicious ways we look at and treat women. About the difference between looking and seeing. But as we, like Petey, follow the stories of Finn, Roza, and the people of Bone Gap – their melancholy pasts, their terrifying presents, their uncertain futures – the truth about what happened to Roza is slowly revealed.Bone Gap is a book about perspective. Petey Willis, the beekeeper’s daughter, suspects that lurking behind Finn’s fearful shyness is a story worth uncovering. He knows she was taken, ripped from the cornfields by a man whose face he can’t remember.

After all, it isn’t the first time someone’s slipped away and left Finn and Sean O’Sullivan on their own.įinn knows that’s not what happened with Roza. So when young, beautiful Roza goes missing, the people of Bone Gap aren’t surprised. Įveryone knows Bone Gap is full of gaps – gaps to trip you up, gaps to slide through so you can disappear forever. He’d been drawn here by the grass and the bees and the strange sensation that this was a magical place, that the bones of the world were a little looser here, double-jointed, twisting back on themselves, leaving spaces one could slip into and hide.

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