Where the Crawdads Sing

I've been putting off writing about this book for a while now.

This book is about.. many things, but to me mostly about loneliness. I just saw an interview with the author Delia Owen, and I can feel that this book is in a sense a bit autobiographic. She mentioned that she feels at home when she's away from everything else, in the middle of the desert, in the middle of the mountain. Is that because she's an innately shy scientist? I don't know.

I don't think loneliness is clearly defined anymore, especially when people are feeling alone than ever in crowded cities, even while chatting with friends or eating with family, but this book touches on the most fundamental concept of it - being alone, with no one at sight. No family, no friends, no person in 10 mile radius. I con
sider myself a fairly independent person but I don't think I was ever truly alone in that sense. Are humans even capable of that anymore?

It was a good book. People seem to marvel at how beautifully written it is, but I'm not sure I'm a good enough of a reader to tell apart good writing from another.