October, October

As the wolves howls and the birds flutter, October runs free through the wild, with nothing but her own strength and her father. Every day she forages and plays in the wilderness, miles away from civilisation. Until one day on her 11th birthday, everything changes. White snow. A jump. A climb. A fall. A scream. Red snow. And then silence. A marriage. A divorce. An owl. A reunion. A tragedy. No owl. Treasure hunters. Friends. A gold ring. A mystery. You can probably tell this a good book. But…. WHY IS THIS AUTHOR SO OBSESSED WITH ‘and’ ?! Let me give you an example of a random sentence from this book: Extract from Chapter 11 Final Paragraph- “The sound has stopped and I can’t hear anything but birdsong and the whip of branches and the sighing of the leaves in the wind but I am trembling like the silver birch and my feet are growing roots in the ground.” You see that? A single random sentence has 4 ‘and’s! Also that single sentence was like, the length of a paragraph. Dude.