On paper, this memoir full of nature writing should be a slam dunk for me…those are two of my favorite nonfiction genres. However, I didn‘t love the execution of Macdonald‘s journey through grief after the loss of her father. She trains Mabel, the hawk, musing on the impermanence of life and our fragile little selves. Animals handle life and death better than we human beings. I think my expectations were too high, based on awards this received.