Grief Is the Thing with Feathers

What a strange little book. This was not originally on my radar, but I am trying to meet new people in my area, and as such, this was the library's book club pick for October. There were beautiful, poetic lines in it, of course, but I can't say I really “get” the device of the crow. (Maybe it's because I'm not familiar with Ted Hughes' writing at all, which is referenced several times.) But it did capture the moments of initial grief, the long slog of figuring out how to live without the person you've lost, and feeling like you're maybe ready to take a step forward. Maybe it just felt off because it IS so short, and so the act of grieving felt rushed?

Anyway, I don't really know how I feel about it, so I'm looking forward to talking about it.