Okay…so, I’ve been really bad about archiving my reading or even rating books on Goodreads, a habit I wanted to get into for some unknown reason. In my 60s, I have no explanations for what I choose to do or how I prioritize. I hope that I come to some clarity on that when I begin reading, along with my sister-friend Karen, The Spirituality of Age: A Seeker’s Guide to Growing Older by Robert L. Weber, Ph.D and Carol Orsborn, Ph.D. There has to be SOME sort of explanation for my present state of mind and the strange rituals that guide my life right now.
I’m going to begin by reviewing my most recently-completed book…I qualify this because I had three going at the same time. The Naturalist by Alissa York is still waiting on my bedside table…40 pages left to go on that one.
H is for Hawk is my most recent ‘favourite’ book. I fall in love with a lot of books, but seriously, this one closely follows The Diviners by Margaret Laurence, as a book that will impact me for a very long time. The reviews seem to be mostly-positive…but, this wasn’t my experience at my Calgary Public Library book discussion!
For reasons that I won’t go into, I left the book discussion group I attended for over a year at the Forest Lawn Library. Quickly, I went in search of something else and found the group at the Fish Creek Library. I already had the title on my book shelf, surrendered by my daughter when she put it down on the dining table and said, “This is just a strange book…you can read it if you want.” So, I fired my way through H is for Hawk, completing it in five nights and two day-time sessions. It was/is breathtaking
I really enjoyed the book discussion and I’m very happy with how that discussion was moderated as well as how respectful the conversation was. Yeah! Only two of us enjoyed the book, while the majority found it a real chore to read.
I realized, during my reading of the book, that the writer, at the loss of her father, lived a similar journey of grief to my own. She was circling her pond, metaphorically-speaking, just as I was at the loss of my mother. I have very-much entered into nature more deeply as a strategy of coping during these past five years. Everything that Macdonald wrote about her experience resonated with me. I found it refreshing to see someone so exacting about her response to the Goshawk, Mable…her relationship to/with the landscape…her withdrawal from human connection and her obsession with history, books and the hunt. I found her book liberating.
Given the complexity of the book, I will read it again and likely, again…it would be very arrogant to think that I could contain its power in a simple post here. I strongly recommend the book, although I wouldn’t recommend it to some of my besties as they know what sort of books I adore and they are not usually things that would appear on their own favourite book lists. I don’t know. Suffice it to say, that I found it to be delicious. The author is a beautiful writer.