Hi my lovely fellow bookworms!
I finally got around to posting a new picture on Bookstagram, and lets just say that I picked an amazing book to finally photograph. When they say not to judge a book by its cover, that phrase most definitely does not apply to this novel. This book, just like the cover, is EVERYTHING!
To get a feel for what this novel entails, here is the synopsis:
In the summer of 1862, a group of young artists led by the passionate and talented Edward Radcliffe descends upon Birchwood Manor on the banks of the Upper Thames. Their plan: to spend a secluded summer month in a haze of inspiration and creativity. But by the time their stay is over, one woman has been shot dead while another has disappeared; a priceless heirloom is missing; and Edward Radcliffe’s life is in ruins.
Over one hundred and fifty years later, Elodie Winslow, a young archivist in London, uncovers a leather satchel containing two seemingly unrelated items: a sepia photograph of an arresting-looking woman in Victorian clothing, and an artist’s sketchbook containing the drawing of a twin-gabled house on the bend of a river.
Why does Birchwood Manor feel so familiar to Elodie? And who is the beautiful woman in the photograph?
Will she ever give up her secrets?
Told by multiple voices across time, The Clockmaker’s Daughter is a story of murder, mystery and thievery, of art, love and loss. And flowing through its pages like a river, is the voice of a woman who stands outside time, whose name has been forgotten by history, but who has watched it all unfold: Birdie Bell, the clockmaker’s daughter.
I started reading The Clockmaker’s Daughter about a month ago, but even now, I can remember the mystical way that the novel starts. It has a beginning that is a little slow to start, but not in a frustrating “when will the story actually start” way, but more in a snuggle-up-and-get-cozy-because-we’re-going-for-a-ride kind of way. And the ride that Kate Morton took me on did not disappoint. Set in a country manor in England next to the Thames, I could just imagine myself in the grand time of artists and muses. Even this setting itself gave the novel the air of mystery I so desperately needed after a stretch of nothing but YA.
I’m not one for extreme spooks and horror, but the little bit of paranormal-ness made it feel like such a fall read for me. I absolutely fell in love with Birdie, who was quite an unconventional character. Her thoughts and the logical way she approached life, despite being forgotten by it was so appealing to me. I think that the appeal of the mystery for me was mostly because of this character that just gripped my interest and wouldn’t let go.
One of my ABSOLUTE favorite things about this novel, though, was the way that every character seemed intertwined with the rest. Just as I thought I figured out everyone and their relationships to each other, another link would be revealed. Even someone that would just be seen walking on the street or by the river would appear later on as someone that mattered to the storyline.
The story was so beautifully set up and carried out, that I did not want it to end at all, and as I reached the end I steeled myself to be disappointed by some quick wrap it all up epilogue or an ending with a nice fluffy bow. However, even the ending did not disappoint. There was enough of a vagueness to let the reader imagine what happened and have closure, but also to leave the reader with a fresh feeling of mystery and wondering. I absolutely, 100% recommend this novel to everyone!