The Comfort of Crows: A Backyard Year

2.5
This seems like the type of book I am supposed to love but actually really did not enjoy. It's shockingly sad? It's a lot less a reflection on nature and lot more about loss. Sometimes I had a hard time with how much the author seems to fuss over nature- it almost feels infantilizing the natural world? But the ways of the world care little for our emotions. Certainly they spark feelings in us and are important roadways to advocacy about nature, but ultimately to focus it upon human feelings is a narrow view and elevates us to more importance than we deserve. This toed that line that for me.