A review by stuartjrodriguez
Grief Is the Thing with Feathers by Max Porter

2.0

Like a 2.5 rounded down? I appreciate this book’s inventiveness and its willingness to play with style and disregard form, and as much as I love me a good metaphor for grief, I also didn’t *enjoy* the inventiveness or the tangible act of reading this book very much.

Basically this really is one of those books that highlights the razor-thin line between “am I just completely missing what the writer is doing” and “is this book actually any good”