Grief is the thing with feathers by Max Porter.
Every once in a while you stumble upon a book that totally surprises you. A book that is not what you expected but it’s so beautiful and so memorable and remarkable and ‘dazzling’ as a someone said that you know you will never forget it.
It’s the story of what happens after a tragic loss, a mother, a wife. The husband left behind, two boys. About what happens, how to carry on living.
It’s a small book, but mighty. It’s a little bit like a novel. A little bit like a poem. A little bit magic.
I don’t want to say too much because everyone should discover it in his/her own time. Read it slowly. Savour the words. Listen to the words, let them echo in your mind. Put it down, read it again and again.
A word of warning: it’ll break your heart in tiny pieces. And then it’ll put all those pieces back together… because… you know… it’s all about love.
Just read it. And then read it again.
while you're ahead... 