I don’t usually like descriptive stories.
I feel, “Sure, things around look like that; the weather is like that; the people look like that. Get on with the story!”
The Lost Island of Tamarind was not one of those. It was probably the first book I have ever read where my eyes widened at the descriptions. The richness of detail and texture astounded me. I could feel the humidity, see the blue fireflies and hear all the sounds of the jungle. It was fabulous.
Sometimes, during the book, I had to close the book just for a few seconds and then peek at the next sentence, dreading what author Nadia Aguiar was going to do next.
No, no, that can’t be happening!
I gasped, held my breath, and felt the characters’ fears and doubts.
The Lost Island of Tamarind. I am waiting to read the other Tamarind books. I need to know what happens to my characters.