I was immersed in this book from the beginning. The prologue hooked me and pulled me to its painful but satisfying end. This novel made me do all the things great books do. Think. Feel. Wonder. Laugh. Cry. Reflect. I was invested in the characters. I cried at every loss and celebrated at every triumph. Where the Lost Wander is a work of fiction made real by the depth and rawness and emotion of the writing. Amy Harmon painted a picture as vivid as any depicted by the artist portrayed in the novel. I didn’t want to put this book down and when it was over, I didn’t want the story to end. It haunts me still.