“Struggling to his knees, the boy cautiously pried his eyes fully open, spying on his surroundings through gaps between his fingers.
He was on a beach of golden sand stretched out against the edge of a never-ending blue ocean. Curious waves crept up to him, then retreated, returning seconds later. The beach was cut off to his right by trees so large they hung over the water. . . .
The boy dropped his hands, the brightness no longer stabbing his eyes.
Where am I?
The question echoed in his brain and was joined by another.
How did I get here? . . .
The biggest question of all screamed in his mind.
Who am I?“

And essentially, the remainder of the book is about the who, where, and how of the boy on the beach. At first I found the story a bit annoying. The boy kept seeing and hearing things that weren’t really there, and then maybe they were real, and I couldn’t tell what was real and what wasn’t. Then, I began to be intrigued by this amnesiac alone on a beach. He’s having to figure out life and survival and his own goals and abilities from scratch, which is thing all of us can identify with. Finally, as the story came together at the very end, I felt sympathetic and enriched by this story of a boy who finds a boat and fights a beast.

It’s a story about fear and overcoming fear. It’s also about protection and over-protection and who saves and protects and cares for whom. The boy is stranded, alone, and helpless, or is he? Maybe he’s crazy. He does hallucinate and hear voices. The island he’s on is called Duppy Island, and duppies are Caribbean ghosts or spirits. So, maybe he’s a haunted boy, or maybe . . .

I really can’t write much more without giving everything away, but I did enjoy this story much more than I thought I would at first. For children who are philosophically inclined. Or someone who might like a survival story with a twist. The author is a Texan and a Narnia-fan, so her debut novel must have a lot going for it.

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