“I believe in possibility. Of magic, of omens, of compasses, of love. Some of it’s a little bit true.”
Sixteen-year-old Tal is a Wanderer—a grifter whose life is built around the sound of wheels on the road, the customs of her camp, and the artful scams that keep her fed. With her brother, Wen, by her side, it’s the only life she’s ever known. It’s the only one she’s ever needed.
Then in a sleepy Southern town, the queen of cons picks the wrong mark when she meets Spencer Sway—the clean-cut Socially Secured boy who ends up hustling her instead of the other way around. For the first time, she sees a reason to stay. As her obligations to the camp begin to feel like a prison sentence, the pull to leave tradition behind has never been so strong.
But the Wanderers live by signs, and all the signs all say that Tal and Spencer will end only in heartache and disaster. Is a chance at freedom worth almost certain destruction?
Reading Wandering Wild was a task. It was annoying to struggle through the writing, and it was painful to trudge through a story that didn’t hold my interest beyond the first couple of chapters. The characters were flat, and their motives were ambiguous, and much like the story itself, they drifted without a true destination for themselves. After all of this criticism, I should have rated the book lesser 3 stars, and yet I can’t. I was strangely looking forward to reading more and more about them. God help me, I was entertained.