Kirsten Hubbard made a fan out of me with her debut, “Like
Kirsten Hubbard made a fan out of me with her debut, “Like Mandarin”, which took the relationship between two girls and exposed the intricacies of female friendship – be it as teenagers or adults – with a deftness and sincerity that took my breath away. In “Wanderlove” she lays bare a different kind of love and experience with the same insightful, personal brush.
Bria discovers the world of backpacking, a place the author clearly loves dearly, much the same way the majority of readers would experience it – as a novice. She asks the embarrassing questions, wears the wrong clothes, and generally feels like she sticks out like a sore thumb. Creating a character who enters this world accidentally and without any preparation helps us readers dip our toes in slowly too, and damn if I didn’t want to put the book down at least half a dozen times to book a plane ticket.
Yes, Kirsten’s feel and descriptions of Central America are lovely and vibrant. I want to go there. I want to stuff clothes for 2 weeks in a bag and not talk to a soul except the ones beside me, to take pictures and learn history and breathe earnestness and beauty.
That is a wonderful side effect of “Wanderlove”, but it is not the book’s heart and soul.
Instead of the love between girlfriends (as with “Like Mandarin”) or even romantic love between a boy and a girl (which is present – and totally swoonworthy - in “Wanderlove”), the book is about figuring out how to love yourself. Bria is coming out of her first serious relationship, which while not outwardly abusive, left her a bruised shell of the girl she had been. She’s an artist, but somewhere along the way, she let him take that away from her too. She goes to Central America to do something, to prove to her ex that she doesn’t need him to be successful, but mostly to run away from all of the decisions she doesn’t want to face, all of the future realities that aren’t as rosy as she once believed they could be.
Bria pictures the trip as exciting, something out of a travel brochure, but what she finds is a bunch of middle-aged folks being herded from one place to another with no room for exploration, no place to expand and grow.
Then she meets Rowan and his sister Starling, experienced backpackers, wanderers, runners from pasts, who invite her along for a week and a half of unsupervised travel and freedom.
Along the road from Guatemala to Belize, Bria and Rowan get to know one another, discover that not talking about the past doesn’t make it go away, and yes, fall in love.
Bria is a fantastic character. We all hide things, ignore them and pretend they’ve gone away while instead they just fester, or believe that the only way to protect ourselves is not to care about anyone or anything ever again. What she learns is a lesson that it takes some people a lifetime to understand – that we can’t run from who we are, and embracing the pain and the beauty of our experiences is the only way to move forward. Rowan, a boy also searching for redemption, for the strength to be a better human being, for a place to call home, is the perfect compliment. Starling is a deeply developed secondary character. She’s so clear in my mind, so perfectly formed. I would read another volume with her in the leading role.
I adore this book. Kirsten has knocked it out of the park with “Wanderlove,” which is even better than her debut and leaves me breathless in anticipation of what she’ll offer up next.
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