When the Forest Dreams, by Andrea Ezerins, follows Emma Jablonski, a dutiful Polish American bakery daughter living in a cramped Upper East Side apartment, who believes she may be on the brink of inheriting her mother’s illness and decides she has only a little time to begin living before life closes around her for good. What unfolds is a romance of awakening: Emma slips from obedience into appetite, from silence into speech, and from mere survival into a more enchanted attentiveness to birds, trees, food, friendship, and love. The novel braids immigrant family pressure, illness anxiety, Central Park birding, and a slow-blooming relationship with Jake into a story that is at once tender and self-consciously dreamy.

I was taken most by how emotional the book is. Emma’s voice has an inward intensity that could have grown claustrophobic, but instead it becomes the novel’s chief pleasure: she is funny, pious, exasperated, lonely, sensuous, and faintly feral all at once. Her private vocabulary of birds gives the story an animating pulse; the white-eyed vireo, the kingfisher, the wood duck, even the idea of the elusive ivory-bill make the natural world feel less decorative than salvific. I liked that the book understands how deprivation can make beauty feel almost violent. A plush quilt, a duck on a pond, a hand on the shoulder, fresh parmesan, a cup of tea these are not trimmings here. They arrive with the force of revelation.

This isn’t a book embarrassed by sincerity, and that gives it a certain old-fashioned glow. The prose is lush, and the emotional beats are worn close to the skin, but I found that part of its charm; the book is unabashed about wanting transformation, romance, and a reprieve from beige existence. Veronica also gives the story a welcome texture, preventing it from collapsing into a sealed two-person fantasy. Beneath the romance, I felt a persuasive argument that a life can narrow by increments, and that reclaiming it may begin in something as humble as cooking for someone, naming what you love, or admitting that duty alone is a meager gospel.

I’d recommend When the Forest Dreams to readers who gravitate toward contemporary romance, women’s fiction, coming-of-age fiction, immigrant family drama, and nature-inflected romantic fiction. Especially readers who like introspective heroines and stories where emotional thaw matters as much as plot. It will likely appeal to people who love L. M. Montgomery’s The Blue Castle or readers of Emily Henry who wouldn’t mind a more sheltered, more devotional, more bird-struck heroine; the author’s note makes that lineage explicit, and you can feel it in the book’s faith in reinvention.

Pages: 344 | ASIN ‏ : ‎ B0FWZXGTXC