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“You were done being hopeless. Grieving is something you’re still doing, and something you don’t need a crow for.”
A strange, tender meditation on grief, featuring a loud, unruly talking crow. This novel is funny, quirky, and unexpectedly devastating, moving between absurdity and sorrow with quiet precision. It reminds you that grief is not solemn or orderly — it is chaotic, intrusive, and sometimes strangely kind.
“You were done being hopeless. Grieving is something you’re still doing, and something you don’t need a crow for.”
A strange, tender meditation on grief, featuring a loud, unruly talking crow. This novel is funny, quirky, and unexpectedly devastating, moving between absurdity and sorrow with quiet precision. It reminds you that grief is not solemn or orderly — it is chaotic, intrusive, and sometimes strangely kind.