Dad had read this book long enough ago that he forgot most everything save deeply enjoying it, but he also suggested it because we had just finished McKillip's The Changeling Sea – which reminded him in ways he could not fully recall of this one. Well, we soon found out because while the two are deeply different the resemblances are uncanny. A parent lost to the power of the sea, shattering the family left behind. A mysterious sea-woman whose legend is tied to those who dwell on the shore. A girl drowning in grief who has to learn swim through it and live, not by rejecting the sea but by embracing it, herself, and those she loves again. By finding the words to express the language of the heart which, like this book, is no less vast or deep than the blue sea. Those are the similarities. You want a difference? Well, this one was intense enough to nearly give me heart burn on more than one occasion. Rarely do books leak into my dreams in even the smallest manner, but Hazel Bly and the Deep Blue Sea by Ashley Herring Blake has that honor now.
Fare ye well, Hazel & Peach & Evie &
Lemon & Claire & Jules & Kiko. The Rose Maid lives and they and they all lived happily ever after!