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Book Review | Burial Rites

Set against Iceland's stark landscape, Hannah Kent brings to vivid life the story of Agnes, who, charged with the brutal murder of her former master, is sent to an isolated farm to await execution. 

Horrified at the prospect of housing a convicted murderer, the family at first avoids Agnes. Only Tóti, a priest Agnes has mysteriously chosen to be her spiritual guardian, seeks to understand her. But as Agnes's death looms, the farmer's wife and their daughters learn there is another side to the sensational story they've heard. 
I didn't realize before starting this book that it was based on a true story. Knowing it now makes it even more heartbreaking and haunting than it was before.
This is the story of Agnes, the last woman executed in Iceland.

I have a long list of all the places I want to travel to someday, and Iceland is near the top. I don't even know why, I just think it's gorgeous, and I want to explore it for myself one day.
Reading this book really made me feel like I was in Iceland at this time period. It felt gray, and wet, and cold. The writing had this beautiful feeling of gloom that went along with the story so well. It tugged at my heart and made me cry several times.

I adored Agnes. She could be very dark at times, but you felt for her, and even though you knew what would happen in the end, you couldn't help but hope that somehow they would realize she was innocent.
I felt like the other characters (especially Toti) could've been more developed, but I liked them as well. They each had their own different roll in Agnes's story, and it went together wonderfully!

Parts of the book were told in third person from the other character's point of view, and then some were written in first person from Agnes's mind. I liked Agnes's parts the most. The writing was just so thick and rich when Agnes was telling it, and I loved it!

The Icelandic culture was shown in this book very well. Again, I really did feel as if I was there when I picked up this book. The language was a bit hard to read, even though they had a translation guide in the front, many of the character's names were nothing more than gibberish in my mind. But that was a small problem.

I could tell that there was a lot of research done in the writing of this novel, and I really appreciated it. I read the author's notes in the back and I was just amazed. I'm a history nerd, and I love it when Someone is able tells a story as accurately as possible. I'm sure if Agnes could read this book, she would be happy that people could finally see her side of the story.
“They will say ‘Agnes’ and see the spider, the witch caught in the webbing of her own fateful weaving. They might see the lamb circled by ravens, bleating for a lost mother. But they will not see me. I will not be there.” 
― Hannah Kent, Burial Rites

I wish I were a seagull

From entry #86

I adore the beach. I love the thought of the big, beautiful ocean stretching out in front of me for miles and miles. I love the thought that someone way out on the other side of the world is touching the same water as me. I wish I were a seagull. I wish I could live next to the sea and live off of the food tossed to me by the ignorant tourists...
Seagulls are the luckiest creatures alive...
We spent the last week in Florida. 
I read at the beach. I walked through the swamp-y forests and saw more eagles and alligators than I have in my entire life. I wrote in my journal. I ate junk food with my sister and danced around my grandparent's house. I went to the space center where I had a bit of Tookishness well up and burst inside of me and I went up in the scary launch simulator (actually launching up into outer space isn't as bad as it seems... maybe I could be an astronaut... nah). I was called 'Sweetheart' by a random guy who worked at the adorable little ice cream shop. I got a Dumbo plush toy whist exploring Downtown Disney because one is ever too old for stuffed animals.

Winter is lovely and I have no complaints about it, but I highly recommend taking a visit to Florida when the snow and wind at home get bitter. It makes you appreciate the humidity. You won't even mind that your hair closely resembles a cotton ball.

photo cred: my sister, Erin