This is a book that will confuse you, delight you, and squeeze your heart in certain moments. Moments that make you recall times when you could have used the embrace of a crow. A big, black, feathery, bumbling, creature who comes to you in your saddest imaginable moment and says "... I won't leave you until you don't need me anymore".
I don't recall just where I read about Grief is the Thing with Feathers. But something about it caught my attention and I am glad it did. This book is NOT for everyone. If you are literal and have no time for nonsense, you won't like it. If everything you read has to make perfect sense, don't pick it up. But if you want to read a story about a man whose wife died unexpectedly, who was left alone with his 2 boys and a terrible sadness, and about the crow who came to help them through it, read this book. It won't take you more than a few hours to finish. The first time. You will want to start reading it again right away as soon as you finish. To seal it inside yourself. And hold it close for a long time.