What fills my lungs is wider than breath could be. It is a place and a language torn, matted and melded; flowered and chiming with bones. That breath is that place and until I get there I will not really be breathing. What does it mean to belong when the soil beneath our feet is constantly shifting? How does that change when the people and places that nurtured us are slipping away? Elizabeth-Jane Burnett delves through layers of family and natural history, memory and language to craft a powerful tale of transformation. Spurred on by her father's declining health, The Grassling ranges over continents, seasons and centuries, seeking out traces of their interconnected lives and capturing fleeting landscapes. This is a book about how we find our place in the world in spite of loss and what we leave behind.
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