Why did I love this book?
Grief is a weird, strange country. It has a way of taking what was once familiar and turning it inside out, making our life unrecognizable to us.
After the death of her father, Helen Macdonald deliberately entered into the strange territory of grief full tilt, meeting its strangeness with an unusual quest of her own: taking up a childhood dream, she became a falconer.
This book tugged at me with its curious story. In a time when I felt so lost, I was fascinated by Macdonald’s telling of her life with her goshawk, Mabel, and of how, in the intense focus it required, she found a path that helped her navigate her fierce sorrow.