A review by tarinisehgal
Grief is the Thing with Feathers by Max Porter

dark reflective sad

4.0

an ella recommendation. remind me to raid your bookshelf more often if you’re seeing this xx 

An excerpt from a bit i loved about the aftermath of grief: 
The house becomes a physical encyclopedia of no-longer hers, which shocks and shocks and is the principal difference between our house and a house where illness has worked away. Ill people, in their last day on Earth, do not leave notes stuck to bottles of red wine saying 'OH NO YOU DON'T COCK-CHEEK'. She was not busy dying, and there is no detritus of care, she was simply busy living, and then she was gone.
She won't ever use (make-up, turmeric, hairbrush, thesaurus). 
She will never finish (Patricia Highsmith novel, peanut butter, lip balm). 
And I will never shop for green Virgo Chasi te her birthday. 
I will stop finding her hairs. 
I will stop hearing her breathing.