When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice

This is not a light or fast read but what a beautiful, interesting journey. The swirling prose describing self-discovery, love, and loss are dense and enthralling. The defiant feminist fire lit in the first half ceded to quiet strength and acceptance and celebration of self in the second half. The imagery is as flighty as a Manic Pixie Dream Girl but the emotional bread crumbs left along the way kept me engaged. I wanted triumph for the author, I wanted a lot of things, but I didn't get them all and that's okay.