Grief Is The Thing With Feathers – Max Porter
This is a short but utterly immersive take on grief and all that goes with it. It’s odd, weird, and astonishingly clever in equal measure. Part prose, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever read before. The part where Dad meets his hero, Ted Hughes was so beautifully observed and I felt like I was standing right next to him, but that was a very small glimmer of happiness in these darkest times which the family face. Crow is an extraordinary characterisation; I never quite knew where he was going to go. I held onto huge sobs when reading on the train, and cried my eyes out when at home. I’d highly recommend reading this in one go, with a glass of red and a nice blanket cocoon to be honest.
So, so clever and so beautifully crafted. Oh to have such talent.
I don’t think I’ll forget any of them for a while.