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sarah_richmond 's review for:
H is for Hawk
by Helen Macdonald
This is one beautifully written book. MacDonald certainly is a talented lady when it comes to prose - jealousy sits like an acid lemon-lump in the back of my throat.
It took me longer than usual to read this, partly because I was youtubing dozens of goshawk videos in my spare time (highly recommended viewing - what beautiful birds!) But also partly because I couldn't connect with her grief. Sure I've experienced my fair share of loss - lost a few parents of my own - but I've never experienced that all encompassing grief, the kind that stops the world from spinning, stops life from happening. It's the kind of grief I've always sort of wished I'd been able to have. Instead, I'm a 'box it up and pack it away and get dressed and move on' kind of girl. Much less satisfying.
My only qualm with this memoir was that T.H. White often bored me. I liked bits of him, but more than 1/3 of the book was about him and frankly, I didn't care. More Mabel! Less Gos.
It took me longer than usual to read this, partly because I was youtubing dozens of goshawk videos in my spare time (highly recommended viewing - what beautiful birds!) But also partly because I couldn't connect with her grief. Sure I've experienced my fair share of loss - lost a few parents of my own - but I've never experienced that all encompassing grief, the kind that stops the world from spinning, stops life from happening. It's the kind of grief I've always sort of wished I'd been able to have. Instead, I'm a 'box it up and pack it away and get dressed and move on' kind of girl. Much less satisfying.
My only qualm with this memoir was that T.H. White often bored me. I liked bits of him, but more than 1/3 of the book was about him and frankly, I didn't care. More Mabel! Less Gos.