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Hall writes with an old soul. Her language is visceral and elemental. You can smell the lichen, feel the minerals in the water and touch the bark ridges rough under your hands. She’s taken a real event ( the flooding of a small northern village to create a reservoir to supply water to the city) and woven a human story around the event. How she connects her characters to the land is deeply moving.