Frances Bell

As a solitary walker through landscapes of wild nature myself, this story of a girl writing about beautiful landscapes. Who else has ever written about a bird hatching from its egg to see a view of lakes and trees? It appeals to us all to slow down and sense what is around us. Her mother and father both left, she is forced to engage with city peoples, city ways and then a disaster hurtling down the line towards her. My only criticism would be the stretching out of events after we have guessed the plot line.