A review by jeffburns
The Wolf in the Whale by Jordanna Max Brodsky

Did not finish book.

I can't remember the last time I couldn't finish a book as highly rated with as many glowing reviews as this one, but I just couldn't do it.  I made it a quarter of the way through, and I can't recall reading as much uninteresting, unmoving, bleak, meh in a long time.  Nothing happened. Nothing made me care about anything.  The book was as boring and unrelenting as the arctic landscape of its setting. And I am a big reader of books on Native American culture, history, and mythology.

The book is allegedly an exciting and magical fantasy inspired by Inuit culture and involving Inuit and Norse first contact (A quarter of the way in, there was no sign of anything Norse yet.)  I saw none of that.  I felt nothing at all that resembles anything in this publisher's blurb (which also had the temerity to compare it to Neil Gaiman's American Gods, one of my favorite novels):

"A sweeping tale of forbidden love and warring gods, where a young Inuit shaman and a Viking warrior become unwilling allies in a war that will determine the fate of the new world.

There is a very old story, rarely told, of a wolf that runs into the ocean and becomes a whale. . .

Born with the soul of a hunter and the spirit of the Wolf, Omat is destined to follow in her grandfather's footsteps-invoking the spirits of the land, sea, and sky to protect her people.

But the gods have stopped listening and Omat's family is starving. Desperate to save them, Omat journeys across the icy wastes, fighting for survival with every step. When she encounters Brandr, a wounded Viking warrior, they set in motion a conflict that could shatter her world. . .or save it."