I have such a love/hate thing for Meg Rosoff that I didn’t think I was going to read The Bride’s Farewell. In fact, after hearing from Sassymonkey that she didn’t like it I was sure I wouldn’t bother with it. But a funny thing happens when your library is closed for more than a month – you get punchy and panic over the idea of not having enough to read. And when that happens and you see a Meg Rosoff on the shelf… it jumps into your library bag. Even so, you wait almost a full month before you decide to read it… when your choices are getting slim and it’s Nancy Drew or some book about how to find a job using social media or a really long Lauren Oliver book that you’re pretty sure is going to be depressing. That’s how I came to read The Bride’s Farewell.
And it’s also how I realized I loved The Bride’s Farewell. Rosoff still writes like Rosoff but this book is nothing like How I Live Now or What I Was. It’s not even like Justin Case. It’s another kind of book entirely. And I really enjoyed it. Bucking the patriarchy is my thing, after all. So is saving children. And poaching off of wealthy landowners. Oh. Wait. Go back to the patriarchy thing. Also, I like gypsies.