I confess that when I first found out about this book – struck by the cover in a bookshop window – thought it was a beautiful tale of nature writing. That, it definitely is. I should have known really, after all, crows are the harbingers of death.
This is a book about grief, and loss, and adjusting to the death of your wife and mother to your two boys, and it is powerful reading. Half poetry, half prose, the witing is spartan and every word is carefully chosen. The honesty of it and lyrical, simplistic style reminds me of David Almonds books, but this is anything but a simplistic story.
This is definitely not a story for the faint-hearted. It is a story to make you think though.