So glad I finally had a chance to read Hannah Kent’s haunting story set in Iceland, far from the shores and climate of Australia where the author lives. Burial Rites is based on a true story and tells of Agnes Magnusdottir’s plight as she waits to be executed for her part in the murder of two men. This book has it all: crime, history, personal journey, stunning landscape. The prose is simply beautiful.
My rating: ★★★★
This is my favourite passage: Autumn fell upon the valley like a gasp. Margret, lying awake in the extended gloom of the October morning, her lungs mossy with mucus, wondered at how the light had grown slow in the coming; how it seemed to stagger through the window, as though weary from travelling such a long way. Already it seemed to struggle to rise.