Book Review | Firefly Rain by Richard Dansky
Title: Firefly Rain
I loved, loved, loved Richard Dansky’s Firefly Rain. What a delightful tale of the South, coming home, coming to terms with who you are, and fireflies. Don’t forget the fireflies.
This, for me, was an exceptionally quick read. It’s another one of those exquisite novels that draws you into the story, making you feel as though you are living and breathing it alongside the main character, who in this case is Jacob Logan. Jacob has returned to the homestead, the family home that has presumably been sitting empty since the death of his mother five years ago. Sure, it’s been looked after, by Carl, a man with little patience and less friendliness, yet who still takes care of Jacob’s needs because he is keeping a promise. That’s the least odd thing going on in the tiny — and close-knit — Carolinian town of Maryfield.
There’s the disappearance of Jacob’s car, which previously wouldn’t start. And the sudden appearance of his father’s toy soldiers, which had been safely stationed in the attic for 20 years. Let’s not overlook the doors that opened and closed on their own, and the door to his parents bedroom that locked — and unlocked — by itself.
And the fireflies. Don’t forget the fireflies. They were plentiful everywhere Jacob looked, save one place: his property. His parents had been buried on that same property.
Firefly Rainis an eerie but wonderful journey that will have you tearing through the pages, yet you’ll still feel like you’re not reading fast enough. As much as I wanted to get to the bottom of what was plaguing Jacob Logan, I didn’t want to get to the end of this book that much more.