H is for Hawk

H is for Hawk - Helen Macdonald I expected this book to be informative, to be about natural history, ie. about hawks. And there was that in the book. But more than that, which I was not expecting, was the depth of paralyzing grief which ran the gamut of the book. I knew that this memoir was penned after the author's father passed away suddenly. I expected that to be in the book. What I didn't expect was how much it felt (to me) like a treatise on grief and despair -- though, that is something I am familiar with also. So, in that regard, this was a heavy read for me.

But I finished it, because when someone is in that much sorrow, sometimes, picking at (and recounting) the wounds of pain will eventually bring about a certain numbness or familiarity (as much as it can be called so) to make it bearable. In a sense, I felt that the least I could do, is to just sit and read her story of unburdening, and of coming to terms, and then of eventual healing.