This is one of the hardest reviews I ever had to write. It is hard not because the book is bad, quite the opposite. It is hard because I could not figure out what it was about. One day I thought it was about foxes and humans, how connected everything else in nature, how interdependent. Then, I would think it is about aliens and foreigners be it other nationalities, races or species. And I thought it was about love and loss in all its forms and demonstrations.
I guess this book is about all of those things I mentioned and more. The premise that NetGalley put out does not give this book justice. This book is so much more than a story of one wrong done right. It is not a story about war as much as it is a story about overcoming trauma..
This book took its time with me. I have to admit I put it away after reading first few pages. It felt wrong. It felt wrong on so many levels. One of them being, I read the very same story about hunting wolves long time ago in Chingiz Aitmatov. So, it felt wrong to read on. However, I persevered and was rewarded for it.
This book took a lot out of me. This is not a light read. It is one of those books that you have stop and read a bit, then stop again and come back a few pages.
Anyhow, we are all like urban foxes in London, anywhere we go. We are lost, confused, hunted, unwelcome until we make the place our own, until we find happiness.
Svetlana Tishchenko 