About twice a year I find a book that I simply cannot put down. This results in my eschewing all of regular life for a few days and devouring said book.
The Virgin Cure is one of those books. That said, I am a major Ami McKay fan. I loved
The Birth House (if you haven't read it yet, get on it) and have an extremely big soft spot for the author herself after being treated to her charming personality at the Halifax Writers' Festival five years ago. She lives in my old stomping ground, Nova Scotia, and was kind enough to invite all the people at her reading to pop in for tea if they were ever in her little village. How can you not love that?
Her books are fiction based on history with a feminist slant.
The Virgin Cure is told from the point of view of a young girl trying to make her way on the streets of Manhattan in the 1800s. Those streets are no place for any child, and are especially no place for a girl. Ami McKay is a engaging writer and though many horrible things happen in her book, the tone is light enough so that you feel hopeful the whole time you read the book.
The Virgin Cure was a perfect spring read for me.
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