2019/43: H is for Hawk -- Helen Macdonald
2019/43: H is for Hawk -- Helen Macdonald
Second try at this book: I suspect that, when I first started reading it, I found the author's emotional state (on the verge of breakdown after the sudden death of her father) a little too raw and relatable for my own mental wellbeing. I'm glad I returned.
( no spoilers (can you have spoilers for a non-fiction book?) )
I’d flown scores of hawks, and every step of their training was familiar to me. But while the steps were familiar, the person taking them was not. I was in ruins. Some deep part of me was trying to rebuild itself, and its model was right there on my fist. The hawk was everything I wanted to be: solitary, self-possessed, free from grief, and numb to the hurts of human life. [p. 85]
Second try at this book: I suspect that, when I first started reading it, I found the author's emotional state (on the verge of breakdown after the sudden death of her father) a little too raw and relatable for my own mental wellbeing. I'm glad I returned.
( no spoilers (can you have spoilers for a non-fiction book?) )