Appelt's stylistic choice to use repetition as a construct 'This cat, this feline, this creature he is supposed to hate.' makes for a monotonous audio experience, and her use of words such as 'goldy' (to describe sunshine) makes this disquieting book sound precious. The even-keel delivery also makes it hard to keep track as the story shifts among the myriad points of view, which include those of the villain, a family of shape-shifters, various animals and sentient trees. That smooth delivery strikes a discordant note with the material, a story that braids three dark narrative strands: the vodka-swilling Gar Face's battle with the 100-foot-long Alligator King Gar Face's abused, chained hound dog's ill-fated shepherding of a mother cat and her kittens and the thousand-year imprisonment of Grandmother Moccasin, a serpent so selfish she resents her daughter falling in love.

Zackman's interpretation, however, is so mellifluous that it sounds like a lullaby. On the page, Appelt's first novel, about abused animals and set in a Deep South swamp, reads like it might be spoken with a pronounced twang. For everyone who loves Sounder, Shiloh, and The Yearling, for everyone who loves the haunting beauty of writers such as Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings, Flannery O’Connor, and Carson McCullers, Kathi Appelt spins a harrowing yet keenly sweet tale about the power of love-and its opposite, hate-the fragility of happiness and the importance of making good on your promises. And one kitten’s one moment of curiosity sets off a chain of events that is astonishing, remarkable, and enormous in its meaning. Kittens, however, are notoriously curious creatures.

But they are safe in the Underneath.as long as they stay in the Underneath. Ranger urges the cat to hide underneath the porch, to raise her kittens there because Gar-Face, the man living inside the house, will surely use them as alligator bait should he find them.

They are an unlikely pair, about to become an unlikely family.

She dares to find him in the forest, and the hound dares to befriend this cat, this feline, this creature he is supposed to hate. There is nothing lonelier than a cat who has been loved, at least for a while, and then abandoned on the side of the road.Ī calico cat, about to have kittens, hears the lonely howl of a chained-up hound deep in the backwaters of the bayou.

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