Mini Review: Juniper Berry
This story was fun, mysterious, and engaging — with a hint of the fantastical and the terrifying
Review Date: August 7th, 2012
Such is life for young Juniper: a series of contradictions. She is the daughter of the world’s most famous film stars, and yet she is alone. She lives on a palatial estate, but she feels trapped. And even though she is closer to her mother and father than anyone, she couldn’t feel more distant from them. In fact, Mr. and Mrs. Berry have been cold and disinterested and cruel, not at all themselves lately. And lonely, imprisoned Juniper and her equally beset friend, Giles, are determined to find out why.
M.P. Kozlowsky’s debut is a modern-day fairy tale of terror, temptation, and ways in which it is our choices that truly make us who we are.
This story was fun, mysterious, and engaging — with a hint of the fantastical and the terrifying. Juniper Berry is a great character, sometimes self-doubting but ultimately strong and sure and brave. This was a very enjoyable read.
The house was a mansion, the lake was a pool, Kitty was a dog, and Juniper Berry was an eleven-year-old girl.
She knew his hair was dripping wet, but she wanted an excuse to touch it. … His hair felt like thick strands of yarn or … waterlogged caterpillars.
…his entire face brightening like the sun on snow.
Everything about him, even his feelings, always seemed about to break.
…the swollen ivory moon.
It was an ugly tree. If any were to be chopped down, it should have been this monstrosity. Its branches were bare and sharp, reaching out as if to pierce the sky, although the sky certainly did nothing to instigate such an assault.
She had to search for the right word, for words are very, very important.
[His] words seemed to linger in the air, even the ones he didn’t say.
Juniper … shot up in her bed as if poked by a very sharp and perhaps scorching stick…
Minutes gave birth to more minutes…
Jupiter was coated in horizontal layers of clouds, each one circling the gaseous globe in separate directions and speeds like the turn of screws, as if the planet were somehow unlocking.
The imagination of the young is nothing to be dismissed…
As you grow you will see how quickly the world can leave a person behind. It can beat you down. It can be brutal. There is no easy path in life.
They wanted the American dream and he handed it to them in a balloon.
Above them, the raven was perched ominously upon its usual bough, head bobbing side to side in sadistic glee.
The more she thought about [it], the more her feelings morphed into genuine yearning. And the more she admitted it, the more the yearnings burrowed into her heart.
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