![]() ![]() As for love? On that topic, Leavitt deftly leads readers on a journey whose ending could not be more surprising. Wonderfully drawn characters and several lively and relevant subplots that place Keturah at the center of her village’s economic and social rebirth add to this folkloric tale in which friendship, courage, nobility, and sacrifice all play critical roles. ![]() And when Death offers her his own hand, it feels like a mocking insult to all she holds precious and dear. ![]() Keturah draws out the tale she is telling in several subsequent meetings with Death, all the while trying to figure out who among the eligible young men in her village she might love deeply and forever. Martine Leavitt pits the bitterness of Death against the warm idealism of a young woman whose own heart, while full of goodness and hope, is yet a mystery to her. If she has also found her own true love in that time he will let her live. He scorns the sentiments of her story and yet he strikes a bargain: return the next day and finish the tale. It is a tale of true love and she leaves it unfinished, hoping to buy herself time. When Keturah is first approached by Lord Death in the forest, she begs him not to take her, and then captivates him with a story. ![]()
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