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.